Dear Ed McMahon,
I can't believe you are gone. Opening up the mail and finding a Publisher's Clearing House mailer will never be the same. Who will come to give me my $10 Million? I miss you already.

Dear Farrah,
You were a hair goddess. I'm sorry you had to deal with cancer. I wish Charlie could have done more for you.

Dear Michael Jackson,
You were consistently weird, and consistently amazing. I hope you're at peace, and I hope you and God are rocking out. Maybe now you can do an actual moon walk...

-E

President Bush,

There are no words foul enough to express what I think of you and none great enough to say how much better off the entire world will be with you gone.

Sayonara, Jackass!

I am having a hard time not using profanity in describing my feelings towards this cowardly, self serving administration.
As a Vietnam veteran, I recall the deep anger I felt when we discovered that the entire premise of invading Iraq was based on lies and misinformation - deja vu all over again.

Enjoy your retirement!

Mr. Bush,

As I see that you are now on your way out (and being replaced by Barack Obama), I recall why I voted for you in 2000. You seemed like a guy I could share a beer with, and I thought the malapropisms and pseudo-invented verbiage in your speeches was a little endearing.