You Fuck With NPR, You (Respectfully) Fuck With Me
A letter to President Trump in light of his recent executive order
Dear Mr. President,
You think you can cut funding to NPR? To Fucking National Public Fucking Radio? You think you can DENY Ira Glass his Warby Parker money? You think you can look Terry Gross in the eye and tell her she CANNOT have unlimited access to Celestial Seasonings Decaf Lemon Zinger Tea with a Claritin chaser?
Like Mo Rocca thinking he could go beat-for-beat with Paula Poundstone, you thought wrong, asshole. And I’m going to wait-wait tell YOU that you fucked with the wrong fans.
Because even if we won’t fill our canvas tote bags with batteries and storm the White House gates because we all have sports-induced asthma and a fear of direct confrontation, we WILL explain things to you in a measured and well-researched manner: