Dear G,
The writers’ strike goes on.
In a TV comedy drought, your once-in-an-epoch, no-reason-for-it-but-sheer-hilarity jerk-hump of your own campaign has been pure gold. Even asking your staffers to go without pay to continue the laughter. We want you to know we appreciate it, G.
As your election prospects go down the drain, this post is in honor of you, from us, your adoring fans.