Where Angels Fear
2 min readAug 28, 2020

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It's gotta be worth a try — nothing ventured, nothing gained and all that.

And, if it doesn’t work, you can always try this instead …

Dear Cletus,

I know who you are.
I know where you live.

Seriously, by sticking up yard signs and putting posters in your window, you told the whole World (why not take an ad out in the national press, while you’re at it?) … which just goes to prove that Trump voters ain’t the brightest — and, if Trump voters ain’t the brightest, maybe you should ask yourself how bright it is to vote for Trump </just sayin’>

Anyhow, the fact is, I know who you are, where you live and (after weeks of careful investigation) whether you have any children and where they go to school/college/work.

So, know this: if Trump wins in November, I’m a-comin’ for ya’ll — and, just like Wyatt Earp, Hell’s comin’ with me.

Have a good election and I trust you’ll make the right decision when the time comes to cast your vote.

Yours,

‎Someone you really don’t want to let down, now do ya?

If you can find out their kids’ names and use them specifically …

Anyhow, the fact is, I know who you are, where you live and where Johnny and Susi go to college.

… so, much the better — the personal touch can make all the difference.

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Where Angels Fear
Where Angels Fear

Written by Where Angels Fear

There he goes. One of God's own prototypes. A high-powered mutant of some kind never even considered for mass production. Too weird to live and too rare to die.

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