An Open Letter To Jesse Ventura:
Mr. Ventura,
You are a longtime celebrity whose career has taken many twists and turns. The first time I became aware of your existence was in the movie Predator. "I ain't got time to bleed" was the line that forever stamped your face into my memory. At the time, I didn't know you were a wrestler, because apparently you weren't that good. Not exactly a Hulk Hogan or Ultimate Warrior, I suppose. Not even a Junkyard Dog, but I digress. When you ran for governor of Minnesota, I thought it was pretty funny, and even funnier when you actually WON. But those days are gone, and your relevance in the minds of most people has shriveled down to nothing, except the occasional conspiracy theory you can be seen prattling about, looking like Doc Brown from Back to the Future, or perhaps bearing an uncanny resemblance on most days to Nick Nolte's mugshot.
But again, I digress.
You are once again in the public eye, and this time it's for the most reprehensible thing I could imagine. You prowl this week, prepared to pounce on the widow of a TRUE American Hero. I understand how the situation that was described in Kyle's book could be embarrassing to a certain "Scruff Face". I also understand how Kyle clarifying on radio and television who that terribly inappropriate person was that got laid out like a picnic blanket in the bar that night.
:-" 
