Dear Mr. Murdoch,

A while back, a friend of mine gave me some lovely cards (pictured left) on the off chance I ever needed to pass one out to some member of the human race truly worthy of them. I hoarded these cards like weapons during a zombie apocalypse, and even managed to resist the urge to send them to my deadbeat ex. You see, it takes a special kind of person to be truly deserving of such a card.

I am happy to report that I spent the afternoon sealing each one in its own individual envelope and have addressed them all to you. You Sir have truly earned the title.

You entered the race quietly when a

for posting scripts online, but you became the hands-down winner when Max Adams

that PJ's first contact with Fox about this matter was the same day the lawsuit was filed.

Ummm, have you never heard of a simple cease and desist letter? Does your army of lawyers have nothing better to do than to go after harmless grandmothers?

I get that you want to protect your currently in-development property, and I support your right to do so. I totally get that you're pissed that it's out there. But going after PJ is like kicking a puppy for eating the hamburger you left on the floor. She passed on a script that was already made available online by other sources, which means someone in your inner ranks left out the hamburger. That is where you should be going after your 15 million dollar pound of flesh.



I sincerely hope that this blows up in your face and becomes your worst PR nightmare.

In the meantime, you can look forward to the arrival of these cards.

All my love,

The Single Screenwriter

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