Saturday, October 7, 2017

Dear Cyrus Vance, Jr.

Dear Cyrus Jr.,

Well, well, well.

By wild coincidence, I watched the documentary Abacus: Small Enough to Jail a few weeks ago.  It was the first inkling I had of your existence and, I must admit, it did not leave me with a favorable impression.  In fact, I remember - quite clearly - hoping that Purgatory actually exists and that you might do some time there before continuing on to your ultimate destination.

Now, to my delight, I see your name in the news. 

And I think that the Purgatory time is pretty much a go, and that the ultimate destination could in question.

Because right about the time (2012) you, as Manhattan District Attorney, were parading - past reporters - poor non-violent souls, hand-cuffed to each other like in a chain headed for the gulag, you were letting Ivanka and Donald Trump, Jr. off the hook for fraud.

Oh, and right about that time, one of Trump's personal lawyers sent you a campaign contribution (surprise!), because you are such "a person of impeccable integrity".  Two contributions, in fact.  The first one you returned right away, because - well, how would it look?

And the second one (the larger one) you also returned. 

Last week.

Now, some perceptive person in New York is asking that you be "probed". 

Couldn't happen to a nicer guy.

Wouldn't it be lovely to see you, Ivanka, and Junior hand-cuffed together and paraded - in a chain - past some folks from the New York Times? 

Be still my beating heart.

Staying tuned,

Underemployed





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