Dear Kanye,

I’M MAD, JOE JACKSON MAD. Ever since you started getting serious with your main squeeze Amber, the random outbursts and diva-like tantrums have been kept to a minimum. You cleaned up your act, and now getting all domesticated and shit. Not fighting the paparazzi, no longer writing in ALL BOLD FUCKING CAPS. Where is your head, [we know its buried deep in Amber] but seriously, where is your head?

Now I know you said you was turning over a new leaf, and that various outlets [including those BITCH-ASS producers at South Park who made the gay-fish shit] made you take second look at life and how you handled things, but don’t let those SLAVE-ASS BITCHES tell you how to act. Where is that Kanye that went over his minutes at each awards show? Where is that Kanye that screamed and got “sick and filthy” with the MTV crew backstage at the 2007 VMA’s? Where is that Kanye who let the people know that “George Bush didn’t care about black people”?

Where is that Kanye? We crave him. We miss him. The world needs him.