Halfway Home

Today is letter #25 in our Thursday thrashing letters.

We are half way home.

Today we reach out to South Carolina's own Tim Scott, who prides himself on bringing the president along with his progression in the area of racial enlightenment.


Pffft.

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8.23.18

Senator Tim Scott

717 Hart Senate Office Building

Washington, DC 20510

Dear Senator Scott,

I'm a white guy.

You're not a white guy.

Consequently, I'm going to tread lightly here, a lot lighter than I have in my previous 24 letters to Republican Senators.

Who am I kidding,? No, I'm not.

You see, although my skin is white, sometimes a bit more olive-like if I've been hiking or swimming with any regularity, I'm also a member of The Tribe. And in the eyes of many of your hooded South Carolina constituents, I, like you, are colloquially referred to as "mud peoples."

Don't believe me, take a look at stormfront.com or vanguard.com or any of the thousands alt. right, all white websites who have spent the entirety of the 18 month Shitgibbon administration drooling over their alleged supremacy.

It pains me that I have to point this out to you. You seem to be blissfully unaware of your excessive melatonin.

Last year, for instance, you were nowhere to be seen or heard from when immediately after the incident at Charlottesville, Captain Fuckknuckle declared, "there were very fine people on both sides."

Really?

Where were the very fine people on the Nazi side?

While one stormtrooper was plowing through the crowd in his Dodge Challenger were the "very fine people" off in a different part of town, refilling the tiki torches with fresh kerosene?

Did they stay back at the Comfort Inn to iron the khakis and polo shirts of their fellow fascists?

Maybe they were preparing snack trays and juice boxes?  You know kicking antifa ass and bullying the local synagogue can really sap one's energy.

Face it Tim, you dropped the meat in the dirt.

And last week you picked up that year-old, filthy meat and decided to throw it on the grill and eat it. After our fat, frothy flap dragon tweeted out some half hearted pabulum -- "I condemn all types of racism and acts of violence" -- you demanded a soapbox so you could applaud his bravery and proudly proclaim...

"The President is showing signs of a better direction for the nation."

Good night nurse, are you playing the part of Stephen in Django Unchained II?

You're not convinced he's an out and out racist after the debacle with the Central Park Five, the housing discrimination suits, calling Africa a bunch of shithole countries, singling out NFL players, calling Omarosa a "dog", playing the low IQ trope, and literally standing at a press conference and saying out loud, "Where's my African American?"

You need to wake up and smell the Strange Fruit. 

Get with the program, Tim.

Or is it Tom?

Best,

Rich Siegel

siegelrich@mac.com

Culver City, CA 90232