 LETTER
FROM HELL
Dear Mortals,
I knew it was that weasel Felt!
Haig, that cocksucker, couldn't
keep a secret ten seconds. All
the other ones they mentioned are
down here with me, or didn't know
jack shit. |
So, while this ex-mortal is
shoveling you-know-what for
you-know-who, Benedict Arnold
will be treated like a national
fucking hero. You can bet your
ass those clowns on "60
Minutes" will be drooling
all over him, too. Well, I've got
a little surprise planned for Mr.
Snitch. |
With a few good words from my
buddies Haldeman and Ehrlichman,
I've been allowed five minutes on
Chuck Colson's shoulder. He'll
think he's getting a divine
message or something — the next
thing you know he's strapping
twenty pounds of explosives to
his belt and, well, I'll leave
the rest to your imagination. |
Oops, gotta go. It's my day in
the Bottomless Pit. |
Sincerely,
Richard M. Nixon, 7th Level |
