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Dear Henry Rollins,

I don’t normally write letters to iconic individuals such as your self. And, no, I am not mocking you. I have been a fan since my early years in the music industry in Manhattan. I’ve admired everything you’ve ever stood for, your boldness, and your uncompromising opinions. Most impressive was an accidental viewing of the Uncut in Israel gig on Fuse just a few days ago. I’ve been enjoying my come-lately discovery of The Henry Rollins show. Satire and seriousness; brilliant stuff. But, with complete sincerity, I just have to know, don’t you ever want look for the good side?

Sure, the whole Beckham hoopla was annoying. But, hey, if he gets a couple fat American kids off the couch and heading towards either a field goal or personal goal, I say, more power to him.

No, one song does not an artist or a man make, but take a listen to Toby Keith’s recording of “Love Me If You Can”. It didn’t get much red-neck airplay, and there are a couple of good reasons why.

I’m glad you found a positive way to channel your rage and outrages. When you’re out there in the hospitals, visiting the war wounded, would you try to memorize just one nameless, faceless volunteer that actually makes the joint every day?

Would you believe that there are people who make a modest (or less than modest) living, and yet have spent their vacation time over the past two years traveling to New Orleans at their own expense to help a city still trying to rebuild? It’s true. Check it out. www.getinthecar.org.

You know, what Mr. Rollins? You are who you are. That’s fantastic. That’s why I respect you. That’s how you inspire me. If you ever do decide to try the brighter side, there’d no need to advertise that to the world. I’d be happy keep that secret for you, plus I’d probably sleep a little better at night.

Peace and blessings.