Here at the Blue Line, we care deeply about what you, our dear reader, thinks.

Did you laugh at that last line? We did. It’s not true. We actually don’t care at all, as long as you keep reading, blogging, clicking on our sponsor’s links, etc. But if you write us letters we feel compelled, out of respect for fellow writers and a little bit of pure glee at getting mail, to put them up. Which explains, sort of, why confused T riders, angry Ron Paul supporters, and automatic mail daemons made the list this issue.

Direct all inquiries, tips, testimonials, hate mail, subpoenas, unsolicited love letters, and PAC contributions (limit $5000, please) to blueline@harvarddems.com. We cannot promise a response, but since your mail is directly forwarded to the editors, we can guarantee that it will be read, mocked, posted here, and/or marked as spam, not necessarily in that order.

To Whom it May Concern,

I am eighty-nine years old and I have been riding the Boston MBTA for twenty years. In that time I have been appalled by the gradual loss of standards of your service. Every day on the Blue Line I see hoodlums—hoodlums!—with long hair, playing Communist music and demanding money for drugs. In my day, the hobos had class. If they asked for money, it was, “Brother, can you spare a dime,” not “Cash for weed,” or “I don’t have a real job because corporate America sucks, give me a dollar if you agree.” These kids are young and vital and they have clothes on their backs. I grew up in the Great Depression and in my day, we didn’t have enough to eat and we still sold apples for money. We were five years old and we would sell apples in the dirty underbelly of the T and and that is just how it was, yessir.

Yes, sir. I am eighty-seven years old and I don’t remember so good anymore but I do remember, let me tell you, in my day, the hobos had class. If they asked for money it was always, “Brother, can you spare a dime,” none of this playing mandolins and looking soulful. None of this short-skirt-high-boot business. None of this grimy newspaper for a dollar business. A whole dollar! In my day a dollar would feed and shoe a family of four all winter, and you can bet they walked everywhere uphill both ways.

You fix this Blue Line. I pay taxes all my life and all I want is it to be clean and run on time. And for the doors not to close so fast, those new-fangled automatic doors always put me in a tizzy. Now, is that too much to ask?

Gerald McMillan Brown
Somerset, MA

Editor’s Note: The T was not actually around during the Great Depression. Perhaps she meant the trolley?

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Subject: Re: Interview about anti-corruption campaign

Dear (ex) Gov. Spitzer,

First, allow us to express our condolences about your recent personal troubles. Here at the Blue Line, however, we are proud to take a very liberal stance toward sex in general and hot callgirls in particular, so all is forgiven. But seriously, Governor, why’d you pay for her? That just smacks of desperation. What you do is, you get them drunk, slip in a roofie, maybe read some Shakespeare, it’s much more efficient.

Are we still on for that interview? It was going to be about your distinguished record fighting corruption, as you know, but it might be more fun to talk about Miss Dupre instead, don’t you think? (BTW did you see that YouTube video of her? Oh man. I’m just saying, it makes one of our editors want to

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To the Editor,

I am writing to protest the Blue Line’s gross marginalization of Dr. Ron Paul, candidate for president in 2008. Not once in the past year did you mention the revolution he is leading in this country.[1] Not once. I am personally tired of the partisan bickering, gerrymandering, corruption, and self-perpetuating nonsense of the Washington political and bureaucratic establishment, and I am disappointed that the Blue Line has also become a mouthpiece of those powers that be. And in this issue–with 24 mentions of Eliot Spitzer, 14 of Barack Obama, and 6 of pants–you did not bring up the Ron Paul Revolution even once.

Groucho Marx once said, “Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it everywhere, diagnosing it incorrectly, and applying the wrong remedies.” That is exactly what is plaguing America. And only Dr. Ron Paul, the Champion of the Constitution, can fix it. We, his supporters, are not Republicans. We are not Democrats; we are not Independents. We are Americans.

Shame on you, Blue Line, for skimming over the most important debate and the most important candidate in this country. Shame on you.

Mike Wilson
Dallas, TX
www.ronpaul2008.com

Editor’s note: The Blue Line was not published last year, due to unforseen circumstances we shall no deeply into detail here, though they include sudden death, steep gas prices, subprime loans, excessive hair loss, and conversion to Libertarianism.