Open Letter to Mitt Romney

Dear Mitt Romney:

What's up dude? Remember when you were the religious weirdo? Anyway, I don't have cable anymore, so I don't watch any 24-hour political news channels. I pick up most of my news from twitter and this guy Rich at work who has a boot fetish and doesn't seem to like you very much. He's into Michelle Bachmann, but I remind you of the boot thing. He really does like boots.

On another note, do you like to wear boots? I bet you could get a couple votes if you wore some really high-quality, fine leather boots.

Yes, so, as I was saying, I stopped paying attention to the Republican race months ago. I do get to catch the ocasional clip of Rick Perry acting goofy or Herman Cain forgetting stuff and sexing women. Oh man, and those pictures of Michele Bachmann and her husband eating corn dogs? Did you see those? That was crazy funny. Spock, set phasers to LOL, am I right? Anyway, moving on. I tried to find out more about Rick Santorum in order to inform myself on the candidates. That guy is fucked up. It's quite a mixture of shit on the internet about that guy.

So, let me get to my point. Are you going to run for president this year? I haven't heard anything from you at all. All I know is you were in Iowa doing some weird state fair straw-drawing game. Quit wasting your time with those bumpkins and get in the race, bro! Go on Funny or Die or something.

Sincerely,

Kevin Lester

P.S. Tweet me.

P.P.S. think about the boots.

Updates

How long has it been, faithful reader? Virtually no time at all. I have nothing new to add. I am writing and drawing today after a brief hiatus for regular life things like laundry and work and such, which is mostly tedious but actually quite satisfying with the right company, which I am fortunate enough to have. So i may start posting here again with stuff. Don't count on it. Since I last wrote anything here, I have life updates.

The loving wife and I moved into a new place. This one came without in-laws, so we snatched it up. We just recently got dining chairs, so we're ready to recieve guests at this point, I suppose. Work is still work. We have a dog. She's a cute little shitter. Here she is, posing reluctantly for a picture:

Also, my dad gave me back one of my artworks from high school because who knows, he's clearing out his already empty apartment in preparation for, again, who knows, but he does that sometimes. So, I hung it up in our new home, quite prominently. It's in glass, so a non-reflective picture is hopeless. Here it is anyway:

That's it for now. Tune in some time later for some more things.