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An Open Letter to David Horowitz (Although He Doesn't Know It) by B.R. Merrick Exclusive to STR March 12, 2008
David
Horowitz c/o
Dear
Sir: I
called your offices many months ago to request that my name and address
(above) be removed from your database.
I see that this has not happened.
I originally thought that I would call your offices again, and be
more assertive, perhaps even angry, in order to get my name and address
removed. However, now I have
changed my mind. I realized that every mailing that goes unnoticed, or simply thrown out, costs you a few pennies. This being the case, I figure one way to fight against the bloodthirsty, bigoted, and warmongering work that you neocons do is to continue to receive mailings from you and discard them. I can gain some small satisfaction knowing that each mailing I throw away means you have lost more money, which in turn means that there may yet be a chance for freedom and liberty in my lifetime, if enough people are sent mailings, and each of them dutifully throws them away afterward.
It
would also be another chance for me to purge myself of my former neocon
views, flawed ideas and faulty beliefs that have now aided in killing
untold thousands of innocents. So
rather than delete my name and address from your database, please send
more mail in my direction. In
fact, please pass this data around to your neocon friends in other
think-tanks so that they can waste their money on me as well.
Every little bit helps, as the science behind an avalanche will
tell you. And
there is an avalanche coming in this country.
The Ron Paul rEVOLution was but a taste.
Thank you, sir, for helping me to feel like there is yet one more
way I can contribute to liberty and peace. I
look forward to your next piece of junk mail.
So does my freedom-loving garbage can. Sincerely, [B.R.]
B.R.
Merrick lives in the Northeast, is proud
to be the #1,800,000-ish Reviewer at Amazon.com,
and in spite of the poisonous nature of television, God Himself will
have to pry his DVDs of “Monty Python’s Flying Circus” out of his
cold, dead hands, under threat of eternal damnation.
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