Why I Hate Ted Cruz
I’ve often said that I probably like Ted Cruz more than most of my colleagues like Ted Cruz. And I hate Ted Cruz.
I hold my fundraising emails up to the highest literary standards.
Summer is the time to recharge your batteries by biking or swimming or playing tennis or pickleball or taking that trip to the lake or ocean or someplace you’ve never been before. It is not a time to read PAC emails.
“conceit”
Tomorrow is the last day of the quarter. Before you say, “Here comes another end-of-quarter email” — wait!
FU*K ALITO!
Sometimes profanity is appropriate. For example, on the anniversary of the Dobbs decision. Fuck Thomas, Roberts, Gorsuch, Kavanaugh, and Coney Barrett!
We are Proud
June is Pride Month because it commemorates the 1969 Stonewall Riots in Greenwich Village. On June 28, 1969, the NYPD raided The Stonewall Inn where gays and lesbians were known to gather. Why not raid the place, arrest people, and drag them out into the street?
Grandpa Joe had Midwest values
Later, I’ll be celebrating Father’s Day with my dad and our family, but first, I’m hoping you’ll help me make this Father’s Day extra special for my dad by contributing to Midwest Values PAC.
What Your Dollars Did in Minnesota is a Miracle!
This email may be slightly longer than my typical one, but only because it includes a staggering list of accomplishments by the Democratic Farmer Labor party this session in the Minnesota state legislature and signed by our DFL Governor Tim Walz.
Support Writers! Support Unions!
For those of you who don’t know, one of the unions I belong to, the Writers Guild of America, is on strike right now. The immediate impact to you is that you aren’t seeing late night shows. You might recall that I wrote on a late-night show called Saturday Night Live for fifteen seasons.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!
It’s time for all of you to celebrate my birthday! I’ll be 72 years old on May 21st!
Dad/Stupid Daddy’s Zoom Birthday Extravaganza! With Dana Carvey!
When I was a kid and it was time for me and my brother Joe to go to bed, my dad would tell us stories about a character named Stupid Daddy.
