Go Away Cindy

Go away. Nobody wants to hear you talk anymore. You are inherently annoying. Your 15 minutes of fame are over. Nobody wants to hear your bullshit anymore. You did it though. You parlayed your own son's death into whatever fame an fortune you have run into. What next though? A bus tour across the U.S. you say? Don't come to Milwaukee. You'll find a spike strip in the road and a carton of eggs soon to be airborne. We don't want you to cram that political propagandist bullshit down our throats. Don't come here. What are you gonna do after the bus tour? Are you going to become a movie star? You have friends in the business, like Martin Sheen. Did you give him some photos of yourself for his agent? Oh, I suppose you are right. They have seen enough of you on the tellie. They know you have one ugly mug. Hope it all works out for you. I hope degrading your dead child's name was worth it. I hope that you get what you bargained for. But tell me one thing Cindy? What's it like? What's it like to dance with the devil and shake his hand?