Anna Benson - Dumb Dumb

I always welcome criticism along with positive feedback; I think feedback, good or bad, is what makes us better people. I get feedback all the time, and since I am always trying to make myself better, I take the time to read all of it. You never know, I might even respond to some of it. So write me and tell me whatever you want, but be ready to go head to head in the Dumb-dumb Domain.

	Q: Why are Kris and Anna Benson meant for each other?
	"Jason Williams"
	Fri, December 30, 2005 4:37
	sandy@annabenson.net, veronica@annabenson.net
	info@kinshipcircle.org, mail@peta.org, info@hsus.org, info@defenders.org, information@aspca.org

A: Both are losers.

Anna:

First, please find an adult who can read this to you. I use a lot of complex words that you might have trouble understanding. Most ladies in your position, who rely on their looks for as long as they can be considered attractive to teens and pre-teens and trailer park boys everywhere in Anytown, USA are not very erudite as I am sure you know.

Anyway, I read your comments in a recent article regarding everything from your profound, cathartic, and obviously-well-thought-out patriotic sentiment (the irate rambling against Michael Moore, whom I don't care for much either - he, Bill O'Reilly, Al Franken, and Dick Cheney should be in the same helicopter crash) to your intellectually-stimulating banter on how proudly you don your fur garments. Being in the public eye, that can make you a target in more ways than one, but that is neither here nor there and is not my concern.

My concern is that as someone who is a general fan of sports, it is getting tiring to me that some superficially-pulchritudinous wives are able to garner even a smidgeon of media attention in order to rant and rave and promote whatever pathetically-inane ideology they want to promote. I don't mind when someone wears fur, though it disgusts me like pedophilia or necrophilia disgusts me. What bothers me is a salient lack of regard for anything other than yourself, which is evident in how you phrase your statements regarding wardrobe and possessions. Narcissism. Stick with the stripping and (it is an affront to most intelligent people to hear you speak or to even have to read your words retyped on paper).

http://www.furisdead.com/feat-dogcatfur.asp

A working professional, a Yankee fan, a proud member of PETA, and a general admirer of anyone-who-bashes-Bush for dragging us into the Middle Eastern quagmire,

Jason Williams

http://www.furisdead.com/feat-dogcatfur.asp

P.S. I hope you guys end up in Kansas City, which is where I understand the Mets were looking to move your husband (to improve their pitching staff).

http://www.furisdead.com/feat-dogcatfur.asp

The Response Dear Doofus,

My, my, my...I guess you are proud of your little rant; did it take you all night to write? Are you proud of your erudite comments? I am sorry that you think I am ignorant because of my beauty. It is rather unfortunate. Have you ever read, "The Beauty Myth," by Naomi Wolfe? It is a good read if you haven't...and I thoroughly believe in educating myself on a subject before I decide to spew magniloquent diarrhea to offending parties.

Anyhoo, I am glad I stimulated you both intellectually and emotionally...that was my intent. Your profound and cathartic response has solidified your retardedness. I have an idea...since you love animals sooooo much, why don't you go marry a dog? Or are you already married to one? If I base my assumptions on your own inane ideology, then it stands to reason that your self-professed intelligence equates with a small penis and other less-than-fortunate physical attributes.

I am sorry that you are a member of PETA, the animal-humping losers. As a truly pulchritudinous woman, a carnivore, and a realist, I hope you encounter a rabious dog in a dark alley so that you can try to save him before he bites your big, loser ass.

I sincerely hope the Yankees don't screw it up again this year. I'll be thinking about you when the Mets are kicking some Yankee ass. Oh well, I would love to continue this intellectually stimulating banter, but I have a big juicy steak to go eat.

Go hug a fucking tree you dork.

Love always,

Anna