Dear Hale guy,

I want you to know
how much I wish for you to contract genital herpes and die a slow
painful death involving a Frisbee and your esophagus for your song ‘The day you said goodnight’.
On second thought, I don’t want you to die because that’d be copping
out. I mean considering you sicced this song on the world like the
ugliest, most rabid, idiocy-inflicting pit bull there is; the
encumbrance of making this abominable piece of music go away is on you.

I don’t know how you’d do it Hale guy but please, just do it.
Go to every record store, purchase all the copies of your album you can
find and throw them all into a furnace. Show up on talk shows and say
some really stupid things like how much you support ethnic cleansing or
how much you fantasize about sodomizing little kittens; do this until
you are shunned by even your most ardent fans. Create a chronosphere,
go back in time and just fucking unwrite the song. Just make it stop, please,I beg of you.

It’s
been more than three months since your single, the day you said
goodnight enjoyed considerable airplay, rode the top of the charts
and yet I still hear that palling intro riff seep out of the radio an
average of five times a day, and I, sir, am sick of it. So sick of it
in fact that I am in the brink of committing some really nasty
homicides whenever I hear it.