Long time visitors here know that I have a little fan in Houston.  He’s a shy fella and uses the Houston Branch of the NAACP’s return address to send me racist, hateful, untrue Obama things in the United States mail.  I don’t mind that because I support the working men and women of the United States Postal Service, and I don’t suspect my little fan knows he’s supporting a union.

From past mails he’d sent me with his handwriting on them, we figured he was so old that they have to carbon date him know how many candles to put on his birthday cake down at the Happy Trails Senior Facility and Trailer Park.

Well, I hadn’t heard from him in a few months and figured he’d gone to that great dominoes and gripe session in the sky.

He’s baaaaaack.  And this time he sent a whole package.

Most of it was racist and all of it was hateful.  There wasn’t one constructive solution or idea in the whole mess.

So, I did what I always do with anonymous stuff —

And no I did not put it in the recycle bin.  I wasn’t willing to risk anybody seeing that racist crapola.

Now, if this guy is reading this.  I do not mind you supporting the working men and women of the United States Postal Service, but I want you to think about something:  I have the courage to put my name on what I think and I’m a little girl.  We are laughing at you, and the ladies are laughing the hardest.