Postcards To That Asshole

I know he’s not reading them. His toadies would never show him. It’s the forty nine people along the way who see it.

Oh look here’s one now. I think this is the third one I sent. Didn’t photograph the first two. What? I’m not Matthew Brady.

I happened to run into the letter carrier, and I told him that letter carriers make America great. He is just back after a week off for the birth of his first son. He took today’s postcard.

Here’s the next iteration. Did I go to USPS.com and buy a roll of postcard stamps?

Yes, yes! I did. But until they get here, RBG will more than suffice.

There’s another one cooking now, silver sharpie on black.

More later. Fifty eight cents an insult is a fucking bargain.