Thank god you're okay, it's been weeks since your last communiqué and I was beginning to fear the worst-that you've been captured by George Soros's Air America paramilitary force somewhere along the border of the occupied territories. I lost sleep at night imaging you being tortured and re-educated in Janeane Garofalo's Ministry of Love, although I never doubted your resolve to resist betraying the resistance. What a relief. I have some good news for you. Your mother entrusted me with the duty, no the honor, of delivering your monthly supply ration to Drop Point Delta. Everything's there, your 20 pairs of 3XL tighty whiteys, an Ipod loaded with 50 hours of Glenn Beck mp3s, 1000 dollars worth of unmarked Chuck E. Cheese tokens, and a month supply of maximum strength accutane. Wait until nightfall to recover it of course, for Keith Olbermann's Predator drone planes have been spotted patrolling the vicinity. Comrade Olbermann has become emboldened since the election of The Messiah and he will not hesitate to terminate a patriot like you-with extreme prejudice. Good luck and God Bless.