Let it out…You’ll feel better.

As you may or may not know, the TruthMerchants also maintain the website - dearyou.today.com.  Dear You is a space where we write letters to people who need to hear some things.  It works well.  It’s cathartic for us and necessary (and hopefully helpful) for them.

I.M. Haight wrote a letter to Day 26 just last week…

I think they’ll need more than that to cure what ails them (bitchassness) — but it was certainly nice of him to try, right???

Well after several weeks in existence, we’ve received several submissions from readers asking that we post their “Dear You” letters on the site.

So we are.

I’m sure there are plenty of people our readers need to set straight.  Send your submissions to dearyou@truthmerchants.com and we’ll get them posted ASAP.  Write a letter to ANYONE you feel needs to hear what you’ve gotta say.  From the co-worker next to you — to the lady at the drive-thru — to John McCain — to Lil Wayne.

Here’s one received this morning written to Tom Brady:

Dear Tom Brady,

I never really liked you.

Not once.

Not ever.

But when I started this fantasy football league I thought I’d be stupid to not pick you up.  Oh how wrong I was.  Thank you for stepping up to the plate and showing me that your knee doesn’t bend both ways.  While we’re at it, let’s talk about how much your front line hates you, because while they let you eat shit, your back up seemed to do just fine. How dare you not take into consideration my fantasy season.

Now I’m officially screwed.

Ah, bygones.  Enjoy your season on the bench you bastard.

Much Love…

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Welcome to Atlanta…

Sorry we missed you yesterday. I was traveling from LA over to Atlanta. I’ve been accused by some people of being a web Nazi, because I post everything on this site and don’t let my partners touch the code. But come on…any webmaster will tell you messing up their code will result in death…and Haight, Hustle and Monet are my boys. I’m not trying to take them off this earth.

Plus I’m not cut out for hard time…

Random thoughts as I traversed the country.

Hey Lady who was traveling with her granddaughter and couldn’t speak English — here’s how it works:

I understand that you want to sit with your little granddaughter. Nobody can blame you for that. But you want to find HER SEAT and then just take the one next to her. Then when the person whose seat you’re taking shows up…that’s when you use your broken English to repeated exclaim:

“Please. Granddaughter. Sit with Granddaughter”

Here’s what you DON’T do:

Take whichever two seats you fuckin’ feel like taking. I mean why piss off two people when you can only piss off one? You shouldn’t need a translator for that should you?

Yo Atlanta!! What’s crackin’? It’s been a while since I’ve been here…and I’m not saying that the airport is a microcosm for the city or anything…but on this trip it seems like I saw fewer chicks with fat asses and way more gay men.

Hmmmm…..

Not that there’s anything wrong with either (well I’d appreciate more ass, ladies…). Just making the observation. I’m probably just behind the times in Atlanta.

I’m here to visit the fam and catch this little family reunion we’re doing. I have very little family in Cali, so I try to get back to the home coast when I can. This weekend of family and food is gonna set me WAY back in the Merchant’s Biggest Loser.  But don’t get it twisted…

I’m still going to win.

We’ll be back at you bright and early Monday!! Have a great weekend and check out the new Dear You — It was like one of those investment commercials.  I.M. Haight saw himself 30 years in the future while getting some gas.

Peace,

P. Swagg (Web Nazi)

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