Dear Mr. VP,
Karen introduced you at CPAC, and attempted to make you more of a person.
“If it’s Friday night, we better be having pizza for dinner – supreme thin crust with an O’Douls…” she said.
Hey! I like pizza, too. I drink alcoholic beer, but you do you. It’s almost like we have so much in common…
Oh wait, no. Nope. You’re still a dog whistling homophobe misogynist working for a treasonous president. Nevermind.