Far be it for Me to tell You how to handle your own brand-loyalists, but Your boy, the Ayatollah, seems to be in a tough spot. You know I’ve always had the greatest respect for You and the good work Your brand-loyalists do, so…
Oh, Hell! I can’t keep a straight face while I write that drivel! Even You’re not stupid enough to believe that, anyway, right? What I’m really writing to say is – “Ha, Ha!”
Oh, that felt good. You know, normally I’m all for theocracy. It’s got a good beat and you can dance to it. I’ve got high hopes for the United States, one day soon. But Iran is Your theocracy… and it’s left a bad taste in My mouth for years. There’s not much I hate worse than seeing You get away with something, You hack. That’s why I’ve been laughing so hard I nearly pooped My Holy Drawers.
The Jesii have been following this “Twitter Revolution” going on there. I can’t say that I understand it or see the difference between a twit and a telephone, but the boys tell Me it’s been giving the Ayatollah fits and that’s good enough for Me. And just so You know, (but really to make You queasy), I’m having a cargo ship full of Chick Tracts diverted from Singapore to Iran. Nothing would make Me laugh harder than converting a country full of Your brand-loyalists over to My brand.
Oh, Me! I’m laughing so hard I’m crying over here. People are starting to stare at Me and they’re about to call My flight, anyway. So I’ll wrap this up.
Wish You Were here,
P.S. – We’re still on for golf this weekend, right?