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Dear Mr. Limbaugh:
Oh, dear - what CAN the matter be?
For a year you woke me up every morning at dawn as your Goebbelsian broadcasts blared through my industrial loft walls as the staunch Republican next door NEEDED his fix.
I'd wake up and simmer for a while, grinding teeth to the beat of your muffled voice echoing about.
This machinist-type neighbor was quite deaf and needed the volume. I once went in to his office to discuss his enthusiasm for your program.
What greeted me was a HUGE picture of Ronald Reagan along with lots of faded Republican posters and xeroxed poems about drunkards.
He enthusiastically babbled about how Hitler had the right idea, "just went a bit too far."
Even used that "n-word" and some wacky mammy voices JUST like you do on your wonderful program.
I escaped quietly, restraining the urge to take multiple showers.
But its good to get a good look at your fans, especially those with a couple of your dashing POWER TIES.
Anyway, I know I'm getting a little long-winded here. But thanks for being my hateful alarm clock and focusing agent for my rage.
May your trolling for compliant Stepford wives in chatrooms go smashingly, and may your arteries clog as quickly as possible. You do the Father Coughlin tradition proud, sir! sincerely, me
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