Dear Mr. GM Chief Executive Officer,
I heard your announcement today that as part of GM's new restructuring plan you are closing Pontiac and giving half of the company to the federal government and the Auto Worker's Mafia. Really? That's the best you got? That's a plan? How many years of Ivy League college did you waste? How many millions of dollars in bonuses have you accepted over your career at General Motors?
Pontiac was started in 1926. Some of the most beautiful cars ever made were produced by Pontiac. Don't get me started about the muscle cars. The Goat, Trans Am? Give me a break. You know, thirty years ago Datsun was still a joke. Toyota was a poor man's car. Honda was a motorcycle. In less than a generation you and your ilk have systematically destroyed the pride of American industry. With millions of Americans just waiting to buy cars every year, you have consistently insulted us with embarrassingly bad automobiles. Your neglect of the GM brand allowed small foreign car makers to eventually overtake you not only in sales but in product quality. GM is not suffering from a bad economy. It is dying of terminal incompetence.
You make me sick. I shed a tear not for the Pontiac brand, but for the generations of Americans to come that will not know the America of my father, but the savage landscape of Walmarts and Best Buys that you and other Wall Street rapists have left behind in your feces ridden wake. Fuck you and all your ancestors. My suggestion is that you save Pontiac and kill yourself. You deserve no less.
Yours truly,
Hal Johnson
'da Hui no ka oi
The Thrill Is Gone - B.B. King
