As reported earlier on It Is What It Is, TMZ got its hands on a letter from Aaron Hernandez to one of his lady friends that, when he wasn’t telling her “Tie a cinderblock to your ankles and jump in a deep body of water,” or “tie it to your face with duct tape, light it and wait for your head to explode,” offers some insight into the high-octane, fast-paced world of the NFL’s most prolific convicted murderer:
“I have a TV in my cell! And yes I still root for my squad and still love all the ones I loved.”
“The closest I was with was probably Brady and whom I love to death and always will and only hope the best for them. But was cool with Julez, Branch (I f**ked with and got mad love for) and ‘the BEST TE ever to walk on a football field’ Gronk!”
As a matter of fact, he seems to share a love for everybody, with the exception of the woman he’s trying to talk into suicide and “fake ass non loyal Kraft who told me he loved me every time he seen me but obviously shows his word ain’t sh*t.” Because, apparently, by Hernandez’ moral code, love for one of your employees doesn’t end the day he gets convicted of a cold-blooded homicide and faces trial for two more. It’s eternal.
So this begs the question. What would you rather have? A deranged psychopath like Dexter Hernandez expressing his love and support for you, or him taking exception with your loyalty and taking your integrity into question? On the one hand, as a general rule, it’s better to be liked than disliked. But then again, getting positive feedback from an old colleague sort of loses its shine when he’s telling someone how to off themselves. On the other hand, while nobody wants to have their word questioned, there’s a certain credibility that comes from having a worthless maniac like this call you a liar.
The bottom line is, I think I’d rather be hated by Aaron Hernandez than loved by him. Especially loved “to death.” But as long as he’s in prison for the rest of his squandered existence, neither really matters.