I am Tim Barrus, and I hereby revoke permission to publish comments by me regarding David Leonhardt’s interview with Senator Slotkin. If you publish it, I will sue you. During discovery, all comment moderators will receive a subpoena and they will be asked about the modus operandi of comments that are rejected and what accountability is there. Absolutely none. I hate your goddamn fucking guts. Discovery sets the stage. I am charging you with blacklisting. Even if I lose, it will get media attention. Do not send me any more of your ridiculous letters about who I am allowed to talk with because quite frankly, I will talk with whoever the fuck I want to talk with. I will, indeed, contact your employees. Eat it. The New York Times is irresponsible. I will go the legal route. I’ve been writing a book about how you have ruined this part of NYT. STOP SENDING ME LETTERS. Stop abusing me. I think the public should know about how you really operate. You do not deserve my work. Comments may be superficial. To you. You are morally reprehensible, and if you think for one minute that that you have the agency to remove my voice. You are confused. You are confused. I will send you the opening of the book. I take a hard look at comments and how you focus on certain targeted people. To reject. Comments seem to be managed by some bitter, worn out old woman. Her powerful swagger as the big boss is inappropriate. She has it out for me big time. She wants to remove my voice. Nice try, Bitch.