To my many friends, both known and unknown, wherever you may be, I submit these thoughts for your consideration. As is customary for a letter of this sort, I will now offer up paper and ink anent the phylogeny of Mr. @Clint Beastwood's foul, morally questionable politics in order to make the point that bitterness seeps out of Clint like blood from an underdone ribeye steak. That extreme bitterness is, as far as I can tell, what leads him to redefine unbridled self-indulgence as a virtue, as the