MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE
by Michael Wolraich
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MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE by Michael Wolraich Order today at Barnes & Noble / Amazon / Books-A-Million / Bookshop |
Well Bay Buchanan thinks that the guys in their anonymous pjs took after her friend and compadre Marcus Epstein. Well I was so damn mad reading her attack on some of us, that I broke into a rant.
So I decided that I would write her a letter:
Dear Bay Buchanan:
Hey Bay. Bay Buchanan. I am right here. I am Richard Day and
I live in
So I am not nameless. That Marcus fellow you work with and that Tom TANCREDO works with, well, now he is something I am not. He is a felon. Oh you people took care of that. I am sure.
Why do you not reread this: http://tpmcafe.talkingpointsmemo.com/talk/blogs/dikkday48yahoocom/2009/0...
You somehow 609'd him or some such. You got him into some Repub rehab situation there and got his record all straightened out so that he did not exactly tell the judge that he had struck a defenseless woman and then proceeded to call her a 'nigger'. But then again,
Those nameless people in pajamas that you speak about from time to time.
Well, I am one of them Bay. And I am not nameless. And this
son of a bitch racist bastard, was hired onto one of your fascist web sites and
was a speech writer for another fascist that you ran as a candidate for President
of the
Oh Bay, you can call me worthless. You can call me a commie. You can call me a traitor. We can deal with that. We can deal with those terms.
But DO NOT CALL ME NAMELESS because it pisses me off.
I am right here. Come and get me. You worthless fascist right wing racist bitch.
THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME AND CONSIDERATION IN THIS MATTER.