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.
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"Whitney from Mississippi" - whitMiss@xxxxxx.com |
Hey, Captain America.
In the novel you wrote to Michael Moore, you went on and on about how un-American you thought he was. You viciously judged what any sane person would see as insight and passion for uncovering the problems in America and labeled him as a fat, selfish, mediocre filmmaker nibbling on twinkies while his “equally as fat” wife joins him.
Who are you to judge, when you yourself are a person with more than questionable character?
Let us count the ways, shall we?
Anna Benson, Stone Thrower #1, has in her lifetime:
1. Been the greatest role model to all women and her own children...
By parading around naked for money. I’m sure your kids love seeing pictures of you naked, dry humping a baseball bat. Do you have those framed over the fireplace at home? Of course you do.
2. Allowed guns in her home with 4 children.
Seriously? I’m sure you are probably too busy staring at your ass in the mirror to even remotely pay attention to what your children are doing. You should probably get rid of those soon.
3. Lives as a walking hypocrite—claiming she loves animals.
Yeah, loves them so much she wears them as a coat. And you think PETA is crazy?
Like Jesus said (although you probably wouldn’t know), “Let he who is without sin cast the first stone.” And honey, you are obviously drowning in yours.
Sincerely,
Whitney
PS- Beauty doesn’t last forever.
Listen here, Captain Save-a-Ho.
My grandmammy always said, “Well behaved women rarely make history.”
I’ve never claimed to be perfect. Hell, I’ll be the first to say I’m drowning in my sins. But I’ll be damned if you think you can call me a piss poor role model and get away with it.
I stand up for myself, speak my mind, and own my mistakes -- all of which make me a good, no scratch that, GREAT role model to my kids and any woman around, not the fake bullshit that probably makes up your pathetic existence. Are you tired of keeping up with the Joneses? I bet you are.
Sick burn about me being a hypocrite with pets, by the way… sike.
I love pets to death, so much so that I own practically a zoo’s worth, and I stand by my word. I am not a hypocrite, I am a human -- a human that is more important than an animal. What is it that the Bible (yeah, I know about that book, thanks) said, again? Oh yeah. Turns out, in the Book of Genesis, Chapter 9, God allows humans to eat animals to fill their needs while ALSO protecting over them! Now, don’t you feel like an asshole?
I’m on a fucking roll right now. Let me go on some more about how you’re an idiot.
Michael Moore actually calls himself un-American. And let’s be real here, his 18-wheeler-sized spare tire obviously proves that he loves Twinkies. If you thought what I wrote to him was a novel, it shows your obvious lack of reading skills.
Which reminds me... you have quite the dirty mind for a Bible-reading, verse quoting gal like yourself to bring up my pictures where you describe me as dry humping a baseball bat. You must need to get laid or something. I’m sorry no one dry humps you.
Snicker all you want, but when the zombie apocalypse comes around, you’ll be wishing you stashed guns in your house like I did. My kids will be zombie-killing ninjas while you get eaten alive.
By the way, my external beauty won’t last forever… but my internal beauty will.
Peace out, Whit. Anna B has wit!
Anna
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"Jason Williams" - bananakaboom@xxxxxx.com |
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).
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
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).
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
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