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Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Another Letter To Hillary Clinton

(Back in February, I wrote my first letter to Hillary, offering some urgent advice for her campaign. She didn't listen to me, and now she's in dire straits. So here's another note, offering even more advice. Will I ever be able to get through that tough, thick hide of hers - with my words?)

Dear Hillary,

So you lost North Carolina by a ton, and Indiana was won by the slimmest of margins – less than two percentage points. You actually fell a little further behind in terms of delegate count and popular votes.

You should have listened to me when you had the chance.

In my last letter, I told you to go for the choke hold. It would seem that you misunderstood my intention. And it would now appear that your inability to decipher my advice is costing you.

You see Hillary, I wasn’t telling you to put Obama in a figurative choke hold – via negative publicity about his former pastor, or by focusing on some stupid comments that he’s made.

What I was trying to convey is that you need to get HIM to put YOU in a literal, physical, two-handed choke hold on national TV. I didn’t care how you did it. But I was confident that you could piss him off enough to make it happen.

What a CHANGE that would have been to Washington “politics as usual.”

Suffice it to say, you blew it. You really crapped it up this time, Clinton. Please re-read my last note. I won’t explain it again.

Even so, you’re right. The battle goes on, and you shall fight to the end.

Aristotle once said, “It’s not over until the fat lady sings.”

And although that doesn’t apply here (and I’m not calling you fat), I think it’s an important thing to note, and could serve as a useful rebuttal to the millions of democrats who are now asking you to step aside – to allow the uppity Obama to steal the nomination from your working class - yet Palmolive smooth - hands.

Some say you have no chance to win, mathematically - that you have no chance, realistically speaking, to secure the party’s nomination.

Others say there aren’t enough delegates left – that even if you won a vast majority of the remaining votes, you still couldn’t technically win.

Mathematically. Realistically. Technically.

These are the words of losers and quitters.

Clearly, you are not a loser. And you have no need for words such as “unattainable”, “inarguable,” or “actually-no-chance.”

And yet, I feel like you need some more advice right about now. I just don’t know if it’s worth pouring my heart and soul into this correspondence.

No matter. This election is too important. I won’t cower in a corner, crying like a coddled weakling.

Hillary, my advice to you is this: STAGE A MILITARY COUP. Just to be clear, that’s a sudden and decisive change of government illegally or by force. It’s your only solid shot at grabbing power.


"Now, Mrs. Clinton hold on to your coffee, cause what you see over there is called a 'big gun,' and the man holding it is known as a 'United States soldier.' He's on our side, so don't be afraid of the face paint."



Hill, hamming it up for the cameras, while internally calculating which soldier is trustworthy enough to help her overthrow the Republican warlords in Washington.


Either that, or let Bravo film a reality show about your campaign. If the ratings are anywhere near those of Top Chef, then the remaining super delegates have to fall in line behind you.

So to recap my latest counsel: either a) overthrow the government via military force, or b) get a reality show of your own.

Good luck with this new and improved plan. I know you can pull it off gracefully. If you go the reality TV route, just let me know when to set my DVR.

Warmest regards,

A big fan of yours and Bubba's since '92,

I was born about 100 miles from Scranton - your hometown,

So you see we're very similar in most ways,

Except for a discrepancy of about 109 million dollars between our bank accounts,

But otherwise we are birds of a feather,

We are soul sisters, even though I am a man,

So best wishes for a successful campaign/coup/reality show


- The Mill

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Wednesday, March 12, 2008

A Letter To Eliot Spitzer - What's It Really Worth?

(Obviously, a current hot topic all over the news. But let's be clear about one thing - Eliot Spitzer spent more money on prostitutes in 9 months than I make in an entire year. Something doesn't seem fair about that, but I'm not sure exactly what. Anyway, I decided to send the former Governor a letter, asking him to explain himself.)

"Dear E.,

So it looks like you’re in something of a pickle.

You’re out of a job. Fox News is running a non-stop Spitzer mock-a-thon. And pretty much everyone on Wall Street is laughing their asses off.

Walk along the concrete canyons of Lower Manhattan these past two days, and you’re likely to hear numerous and spiteful (and brilliant) Spitzer zingers surging forth from the mouths of the financial community.

That’s right. They’re talking about you when they quote Alanis Morrissette – “Isn’t it ironic?”

However, in your case, there actually is a great deal of irony involved. Those financial behemoths will not soon forget the legal ass-whooping you handed them. You made them your bitch. They paid YOU. Now, it turns out, you’ve been the one paying all along.

I’m sure you can, at the very least, commend your enemies for proper use of the word irony.

But I’m not so sure the irony is what everyone’s really fascinated by.

Sure, you did some illegal stuff. Yes, you were unfaithful to your wife. But $80k spent on nine lousy months of hooker service?!?!?!?

Two or three thousand dollars per hour? One appointment every week or two for nine months? Did I do the math right? Do I really need a calculator for such simple calculations?

What could POSSIBLY be worth 80-large for that amount of time?

Wait Eliot. Don’t answer that. I’ll use my imagination. And let me warn you, this could get pretty wild. But I’m only hoping to gain a better understanding of the value of a dollar. Has it really dropped that much, that fast? Or are you paying for some truly amazing shit?

Are there other things going on behind closed doors, courtesy of The Emperors Club VIP service?

I only hope this letter doesn’t get leaked to the press. Talk about lurid details….

1) The prostitutes were also experienced patent attorneys, and spent much of the time reviewing reams upon reams of documents, and providing legal advice on a wide range of ongoing patent litigation cases. Average billing rate for legal-only services = $900/hr. Legal review plus sex = $1800/hr. Photocopies, reasonable travel expenses, and meals extra.

Ok, that would make sense if you break it down like that. Not such a bad value.

2) The Emperors Club prostitutes were also skilled, licensed plastic surgeons. They performed several procedures during your regularly scheduled appointments. For example: Calf implant procedure = $1500 per leg; Calf implant procedure plus sex = $2400 per leg – or, in different but equivalent terms, $4800 per penis. Also, varicose vein removal = $1100 per leg. Vein removal plus sex = $2000 per leg, or $4000 total.

This is where you really see the power of bulk discounts, Eliot. With all of the prostitutes performing numerous surgeries from Washington, to New York, to London, to Paris, and anywhere in between, everyone gets a screamer of a deal. Also, you get sex thrown in for essentially the price of anesthesia and a few gauze pads.

I defy you to find that kind of a bargain anywhere.

Go ahead, check MySimon.com, or CheapBargainProstitutes.org.

You will NOT find a better deal.

But I’m preaching to the choir here, Eliot.

Obviously, you had some pretty good reasons for risking your political career and family life for what appears to be an incredibly overpriced and illicit service.

So was it worth that much money, whatever it is you actually received? Did each sex session include 5-10 barrels of sweet, Texas crude? Did you get to choose between a Nintendo Wii, Apple iPhone, or Billy Joel tickets - as your parting gift after each visit?

If you don’t offer more details, and clearly outline the value proposition offered by the Emperors Club service, then I’ll be left with no choice but to be very upset with you.

Ball’s in your court, Eliot.

I patiently await your thoughtful response.

Softest, Warmest Regards,

- The Mill"



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