Dear Andy Borowitz,
Full disclosure, I’ve been a fan for quite a while. That said, I’ve never felt any obligation to sing your praises; you were a funny guy and I enjoyed reading your comments on varied topics. That was it in the kudos department.
How things change. Mr. Borowitz, I find myself hanging on your comments on Substack, listening to the occasional interview and when desperate, returning to ones I’ve already seen.
And now? Now I am desperate on a daily basis. (For those reading this who are Trumpers, please hold your opinions. to yourself While I’ve heard you, I’m not directing this to you with intention). I am truly frightened that we are heading into an autocracy with incredible alacrity. I mean, Andy WTF? Can there be a happy ending for this experiment known as democracy? But I digress..
I look to you for that which I don’t see anywhere else – a dose of snark with a nod to whatever can be gleaned from the news du jour. Point always well taken. A nod and a smile and a giggle. I’m not giggling much these days. I am grateful that you elicit that response regularly.
Look, I’ve done all the deep breathing I can do without passing out; I delight in the cardinals that visit our bird feeder throughout the day; appreciate the discreet moments in between that offer a little opportunity for calm. I can’t say it’s all working. But I keep trying.
Andy (can I call you Andy?) you are the water bearer in this desert and as much as I dread the direction we are going, I am equally grateful to you. And if this is a shameless plug, so be it.
Waiting for the Karma Truck 