The publisher of this paper, Doc Suggs, is an interesting dude. People watch what he says and does. That’s why he’s always popping up in the gossip column in the Post. He popped up there last week with some silly, embarassing trash about a stunt somebody pulled on his answering machine at his oral surgery office.
Maybe you missed that? I know, most black folks don’t read the Post, and why should we?
The gossip columnist of the Post is not very interesting. I’ve been right up next to that – Doc won’t let me print any of the words running through my mind right now – and it’s just not there. Nobody would look at her twice if she wasn’t the gossip columnist for the Post.
Listen here, poison pen. D. Shante knows how to go digging in the trash, and I happen to know very well that yours stinks the same as anybody else’s.
One more thing. One day you won’t be the gossip columnist for the Post. Just your boring, plain, contrived self. Then, nobody will come chattering at you anymore. You’ll be alone in this city with all the people you made angry when you were playing Little Debbie Berger. I wouldn’t want to be you now, but nobody will want to be you then.