Dear Jeff Greene
Just a note to let you know that as a result of your campaign that fills my mail box with your brochures, calls me at least daily, and annoys the hell out of my Mother with your constant ads on television [congratulations, you have replaced the Scooter Store as the most hated advertiser], I am more likely to vote for a zombie “Tricky Dick” Nixon than you.
Should the Democrats of Florida be so delusional as to select you, and there is no alternate minor party candidate, I may be forced to vote for his “orangeness” or not vote at all.
I don’t imagine anyone has ever explained the concept of “wretched excess” to you.
