Dear Sister. At sunset we began hearing loud blasts & see fire in the sky. We got word that allies placed huge tariffs on bourbon, jeans & Harley’s in response to Cadet BoneSpurs trade war. Stay strong & send more pink hats. #SecondCivilWarLetters
Darling,
While this war has been tiresome, I don’t expect it to last. Red Hat casualties are mounting. They choose not to treat their wounded brethren, instead they just scream “I’M NOT PAYING FOR YOUR HEALTHCARE” & leave them for dead.
Yours Always, A
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#secondcivilwarletters My dear Terrance,
An eventful day. Exhausted from our recent encounter, we thought we had come upon a battalion of MAGAts only to find a legion of ladies of the Red Hat Society celebrating their 20th anniversary.
Dearest Father,
Red hats are coming at us hard with their Bibles and selective biblical passages demanding allegiance to cruelty; we resolve to exhibit love and kindness to the least of our brothers. It is not easy, but it is the only way.
Love always,
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Dear husband:
I march behind our commander Frederick Douglass, who looks fabulous for his age, in the Dead Tired POC Brigade. We are fortified with Kind bars, which double as lethal weapons. Keep the homefires burning and pay the damn water bill already.
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Dear Parents,
The teachers’ brigade presses on! Our English Grammar division joins forces with Webster’s militia to take the fight to the Ignorance Irregulars. We hope our contribution to the war effort will be appreciated.
Send 3-ring binders!
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My brothers and sisters:
I regretfully report that I will not be able to make it to the battlefield for the #SecondCivilWar. I was drafting battle plans in a Starbucks when I was arrested for not buying anything. You must stay strong in my absence.
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Because I am pale, the redhats think I must be one of them. They have trustingly taken me to their camp, never stopping to think I might be a spy. Bless their hearts—they trusted a ginger.
Sending you the coordinates. The cofeve crows at midnight.
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We have snuck behind enemy lines and removed the gender-specific signage from their latrines. Now we wait for their bladders to explode.
My Love,
Dusk. We're in position overlooking MAGA camp. I see their sentries' red hats in the dim light of their tiki torches and it steels my nerves. At midnight, we strike. May our battlecry, "Happy Holidays," strike fear.
Send Kale.
- Matthew
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