Dear Bill O'Reilly,

I wondered about this letter. I might have said all I needed to say to you in previous posts. And even that might have been too much. There's really no reasoning with an egotistical maniac liar who has made a career out of being a bully.

As I said yesterday in in a post about Diddy (not a gangster rapper, incidentally, but I'm sure you would call him that if given the opportunity), that most people don't get to a high level of success by being nice. In your case, you got to where you are by not really telling the truth and building a reputation as a belligerent curmudgeon who is hateful to anyone that dares disagree with you.

Interestingly, you're in a bit of hot water right now for actually telling the truth. For being real, for once. For showing your ass, as some might say. The fact that a pleasant experience at a black-owned eating establishment was edifying enough for you that you not only marveled at it personally, but felt the need to share your story with the many listeners out there who also might not have known that the average black person doesn't use "motherfucker" and "iced tea" in the same sentence when dining out, shed light on your own twisted, ignorant views on race and was the sorriest attempt at squashing stereotypes I've ever heard. It's even sorrier if you really thought you were spreading some positivity. Stick to what you're good at, Bill.

Sincerely,

Lauren Williams