Dear Wizard Staffers in Charge of Email:

Stop emailing me. I want nothing to do with you.

You have turned a once-decent magazine into a poor man's Maxim for the superhero fetishist. Once, you ran good articles, like an evaluation of the different eras of comics or the attempt to explain Steve Ditko's exile. You were willing to give honest reviews and say when a marquee book wasn't so good. Now, you won't run an article unless it's a promotion or an excuse for increasingly questionable pin-up art (not even good pin-up art), and you'd never dare give a real review lest you lose revenue.

I'm not even gonna go into GCG. Those comic coffins disgust me and show just how little you actually value the content of your source of livelihood.

Still, I could forgive or ignore a lot of this if you had continued to hold good conventions. But with every year you continued to hold the Philly convention, your contempt for your market became more and more naked. Last year, you let the hired goons you outsourced for security practically hold all advance buyers hostage for over an hour. You half-assed it with the panels, and you made a once clear and orderly layout a mangled, crowded, confusing mess.

In short, Wizard people, you've really blown it.

Go away. Stop emailing me and leave me the fuck alone until you clean up your act on all fronts.