‘Let me close with the sincere hope that you and everyone you love catches rectal cancer and dies screaming.’

Let me put it in upper case so that even a screaming jizzbag like you with a Bundt cake for a brain and the I.Q. of an eggtimer can grasp it – I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH SNL’S FIRST SHOW; I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THE SECOND SHOW; I WILL HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH THE THIRD SHOW; AND, IN ALL LIKELIHOOD, I WON’T HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH SHOWS FOUR, FIVE AND SIX!!! Can you “dig it,” touchhole?? Am I getting through???In the great Southern California tradition of airhead journalism, I’m sure you don’t give a flying fuck about “Truth” nor would you accept culpability (Look it up!) for your errors so I don’t expect an apology or a retraction. I write this only as a Zen exercise. And you can return to your work in the flak factory retyping press handouts from the Amanda Foundation.