February 26, 2002
Thank you, Aaron!
    Shoot from the hip.  Tell 'em what you think.  God, speak the truth!!
    It's nice to know that NBC, in its infinite wisdom, has opted not to revoke the implicit agreement that the First Amendment does actually mean freedom to speak your mind.  Okay, so to be technical, the amendment only says the government won't infringe upon that right, but... Ah, semantics, right?
    You called Tom Brokaw on the carpet.  Brilliant.  He lobbed softball questions at President Bush when should have braced him with point blank questions about the state of the nation and his own position in this time of chaos.  The man is the most watched newscaster in the US and was granted practically unfettered access to the administration and he dropped the ball!  My first editor had a simple term for that: a fuck up.  It was one.  Thank you for having the bones to say it.
    We're still waiting to hear from you.  We've got our fanfiction rolling now and we've got a hell of an idea for the upcoming election....  Think 2000 with a twist--one that lands you back in 1824 in some respects.
    Oh yeah, and Tahiti, we went with that about two weeks before "The Two Bartlets" aired.  You're making me look bad and its starting rumors as to what I really do for a living.
    Make you a deal, I'll tell you the truth if you drop me a line.
    Consider yourself checked; the ball is in your court.

October 5, 2001
Hey Aaron--

This is an open letter to you--I like overstating the obvious, but the governement pays me to do that so it's nearly a forgivable sin.

This is an on-going correspondance.  We, the WingNuts (and specifically, I, Enigmatic Ellie, the president)  hope that someday you will stumble upon our pages, read our fanfiction and not vomit or run into the street screaming that you have created a monster with this show.

It would be wrong to do both of those.  First, on a physiological side, vomitting is not something one should do.  You lose copious amounts of potassium which, among other things, assists with the electrical pulse that keeps your heart beating.  Yawning in technicolor is hardly a fun hobby and should be avoided whenever possible.  But we digress.

No, the second reason was the one which we wanted to touch upon.  We are not in your league.  We know that.  We attempt to echo your style, and no doubt fail miserably each time.  However, our madness serves you.  We do these stories to keep the West Wing buzz we get on Wednesdays going.  It takes the burden off you somewhat for our weekly fix.  We get 22 stellar stories from you each year.  Through the summers, all we have is our own work.  It's not as good as yours, but it holds us until the real stuff comes again in the fall.

I don't suppose the above analogy is appropriate, all things considered, but it's accurate and I prefer accuracy to pussyfoot sensitivity.  You're an intelligent man and know we would never mock you.  You impress us again and again.  Never worry about disappointing us.  It cannot be done.  We respect your work and talents too much.  You have a gift, sir.  We thank you for sharing it with us.

"EE"