"skidrow" press, Crow Billings, and what matters

I got this message today

Crow Billings December 10 at 2:44pm
I apologize for liking your work and having the audacity to ask you to send poems to Skidrow Penthouse. Just as when I say "hello" to someone, I was way out of line. Again.
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I happen to think Mister Billings and "Skidrow" Penthouse, who he represents here, are bourgeois fakes.
It's interesting how people assume the worst in another, that the world revolves around...poetry, or whatever that person's thing may be. The assumption is that well no one is dealing with underemployment, overemployment, health crises, family issues, personal matters, private matters, or a combination therein. The assumption, of course, is that it must be a Statement being made. Ironically, the presumption carries within it the bourgeois notion that we Men of Letters have the Leisure to Freely exchange in the Marketplace of Ideas. No and No.

There is a bit of an irony in the name Skidrow Press when such presumptuous and fatuous fucks are writing hatemail shit like this to people after less than a month. Health, family, survival, recovery, all might take precedence. People on skidrow know this. People like Crow Billings do not.