Letter to "The-Other-Don"

Don, if you continue to insist on playing the cowboy at this age, can you at least try to be the good guy? I can no longer make room in my skull for your little drama.
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Dear Don I-Mustn't,

Appears that a certain Mr. Grouchy-Trousers should have run out and bought himself a copy of The Secret.

Would that you were more than a corporate distraction, being thrown out the hatch to keep their fast-leaking zeppelin in the air. You are not quite the monster that certain others on the air have become. They remain unscathed. Make your own list. The corporations behind these ghouls show their truest colors with their lack of response to their daily infractions against human decency. Letting them continue to distribute hate now will start showing a different result. People are slowly waking up. Soon hate TV and radio will look like the poison to us that it is.

ALL BULLIES EVENTUALLY LOSE, BECAUSE THEY ARE SEVERLY DAMAGED!

Doomed to a brief victory and then a permanent place in history for the weaklings that they really are.

Look, I know that you're being forced to choke down in a single sitting, a 40ft Hoagie Sandwich made entirely out of your own bitter karma. Not unlike getting your entire back tattooed in one night. Ouch! Routing out all our "ism's" is no fun, even when we're young and energetic. Dear God man, this must be a living Hell for you, far worse than having to remove your huge, cartoonish hat - even for a moment.

Poor bastard. You got clumsy and barbequed yourself with your own Mesquite & Vitriol recipe. Your racism has come back to bite you in the only place you can still feel anything, in your wallet. And our nation suffers with you as you struggle through the terms of the brand new book deal with your agent. We know your harrowing account of these challenging times will bring us to tears, especially if we're forced to shell out $40 at Borders for a mere glimpse.

But you'll weather this. You're as tough as one of those rawhide dog-chew things. You'll always be able to land somewhere out there, with a mic and a little tower. Bitter people will always want their own heroes too.

The rest of us however, are expecting you to ride back down that mountain a new man. A better man. A man who knows when to speak up for ACTUAL truth, and when to just crank up the Miracle Ear and listen to what others really want to say. We're rooting for you to learn one more new trick, old pony.

Don, if you continue to insist on playing the cowboy at this age, can you at least try to be the good guy?

Now, to business -

Please forgive me if I cease giving the remotest incriment of a shit what becomes of you next. Nothing personal. Don't know you and don't care to. Too many good people on Earth to get tangled here.

So...

I must bid you farewell. I can no longer make any room in my skull for your little drama. I must now free up my thoughts to focus on the waves of Americans coming home shattered, not to mention our encroaching financial woes and some rather unsettling concerns about a possible nuclear war in the offing.

Just the same - Good luck. You'll need it, as will we all,

Rick Overton

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