Dear Brad,
As I was watching Showtime's powerful documentary, Lance Armstrong: Stop at Nothing, I
couldn't help but notice the similarities between the two of you. You not only bear a striking
physical resemblance to him, but your moral compass points in the same direction as his: due
South. You are Lance Armstrong without the bike.
Armstrong was a cheater, but in our society today, that's not really a big deal. It's the fact that
he not only lied, lied, lied, and then lied some more, he tried to bury and smear the reputations
of those who knew his dirty little secret that he was a really a fraud. Uncanny similarities for
sure.
Armstrong eventually came clean. I'm sure the weight of all his lies caught up with him. I can
only imagine the burden you've been carrying knowing that you, like Armstrong, lied to
protect yourself. Like Armstrong, you stopped at nothing to try to destroy others to make
yourself look better. That's insecurity at its finest.
Perhaps, you, like Armstrong are the sociopath the Showtime documentary exposed him to
be. Armstrong could look into the camera and flat out lie and think he wasn't lying. He
believed his lies. That's the sign of a sociopath.
Remember that message you left on my answering machine shortly after my contract wasn't
renewed? "Nobody hangs up on Brad Steinke! Do you know how many Emmy-awards I've
won? You deserve to get fired!"? I'm sure shortly after you left it, you realized just how stupid
you sounded, not to mention childish, but that is exactly who you are : a childish, insecure,
little girl.
I give you credit for knowing the management team didn't have a clue or the backbone to
challenge your ridiculous stories. You were so worried I was going to take that message
and play it for the world, you felt you had to smear my reputation and discredit me first.
You started calling my friends and saying they had called YOU. You told them you were
going to tell on me.
Then, two months after I was no longer with the company, I ran into you at a stop light
in the middle of a bright sunny afternoon in the middle of Atlanta. I didn't say anything to you,
but you ran back to the station and told management I was "following" you. That's right,
I'm coming back from Lake Lanier with two friends, you pull up behind me and consider
that following you. Great story. The cowards at Fox Sports Net believed you, which is
laughable.
Brad, if you were so frightened, why didn't you run to the police? Oh, that's right, they
would've laughed in your face and asked, "What kind of little girl runs to the police for
this?" After laughing at you, they would've arrested for making a false report. Brad, it's
one thing if you were 6-years old, but you were 45! Nobody would ever mistake your
actions for something a real man would ever do.
Nope, you didn't go that route, but you made up this story about me and threatened a
lawsuit against the company if they didn't transfer you to the Fox regional in
Arizona. Brilliant. You are the master manipulator. Congratulations.
Like Armstrong, you have to live with your lies. I can look at myself in the mirror every
day and know the truth. I also can laugh at what a despicable human being your parents
raised.
You can try to run from the truth or bike away from it like Armstrong wanted to do,
but it never dies. Bill Cosby certainly found that out. The truth never dies. You can
try to bury it, rinse it away, or deny it, but it never disappears. Never.
Anytime you want to take a lie detector test, let me know. I will be there anyplace, anytime,
and under any circumstance.
I know this for sure: you'd never show up. Never.
Best,
Paul Devlin
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