Mudede stinks

And here is a great letter to the editor of The Stranger that states just that:


DAN SAVAGE: coming from Norfolk, Virginia, where brothermen writers, musicians, artists, are plentiful, I am not at all impressed with Charles Mudede. Just 'cause he comes from Africa and has managed to guilt PLU out of a paycheck, he's still a corny-ass brother to me. Let me see Mudede make that Dickens-Nietzsche work at Norfolk State University (kickass, prominent black university in Virginia). The university prez would bust out laughing.

But let's get to the point: I am pissed at Mudede for ruining a perfectly good column with his transparent boredom of everyday crime. Lately he turns each Police Beat column into a stupid-ass "classics" hour. All that is missing is a red robe, a fireplace, and a pipe. I want to read about crime; fuck Nietzsche, Dickens, and all that other corny classics bullshit you've been trying to cram down our throats for the past few years. You want to cram classics? Why not Henry Miller? Grass? Hugo? Anything but religion disguised as classic literature or worse yet, your terrible poetry. Please, Dan Savage, give Mudede a book-review column, or better yet, give him a 10-part series reviewing Emily Dickinson, but get another Police Beat writer who will just give us all the facts, nice and dirty, without crazy hidden religious agendas.

Ray Godinez