Great, great. Another one.

Thirty four letters in response to a single article. That had to be a topper. “You should write about this stuff more often,” said Jim as he dropped the letter on the stack. “People eat it up.”

“I can see that, but they’re not letters of agreement. I’m getting the feeling that people are genuinely starting to loathe me.”

“Ah, my boy, loathing is the seed of greatness.” Greatness indeed.

It’s not entirely clear how Sean came to be a burgeoning presence in the conservative newspaper column world. Especially considering that Sean was a life-long San Francisco resident, and by all accounts a liberal-leaning, mild-mannered forty-something guy, and usually vehemently disagreed with every word of his vehement columns. The latest was on gay marriage, and the comments made his hair stand up on end.

“You are a bigot, a hate-monger, and a demon”, said Jim with a huff of mustached-editors-only laughter.

“Don’t forget, a little bitch”. At least that letter had been signed, “bigger bitch”.