Most of you guys remember that my Bubba was regularly getting snail mail from some guy with no guts who printed out hateful emails he got about the President of the United States and mailed them to Bubba.  His return address was the downtown Houston NAACP office, which was supposed to be some kind of clever joke.

He went missing for a month and we were pretty sure he was in the craft room over at the Rolling Stone 19th Nervous Breakdown Mental Health and Invisible Butterfly Chasing Facility.

Apparently, he escaped.  And he found Fort Bend Democrats.

So, I opened it to see if anything was written in crayola this time and, sure ‘nuf, the first thing I see is this:

I want you to notice how many times that had been forwarded.  The second thing I opened was this —

Yeah, it is some intellectual joke about how Cheeta from the Tarzan movies …. oh crap, I refuse to even think about it.

Just a word to Mitt Romney.  Maybe, sir, and I mean this in the most respectful way I can say it, you should SHUT THE HELL UP about other people being divisive and hateful.  The sheep behind you need to get the flock outta here.

I quit opening stuff, but do find some comfort that the anonymous dude spent money on 5 stamps that goes toward our brothers and sisters of the United Postal Workers.

So, the next time you hear some rightwing Republican say this isn’t about race, show him how many times these were forwarded before this fool printed them out and mailed them to me.