Dear Tony Perkins: You Are a Terrible, Ignorant Human Who Will Hopefully Die Loveless and Alone →
I hope you die alone and miserable. Not because any good will come of it either. Just because you make me angry. You make things worse. You probably deserve worse than that, but it’s the most benevolent recourse I can think of without letting you evoke any more hatred or anger or sadness than you already have.

