03.07.09
Dear Mr. President:
Mr. President,
I rooted for you in the Democratic primaries. By November, not so much. And I’ll confess that there is an extent to which I’ve enjoyed watching and mocking your rookie mistakes.
But it’s not fun anymore; it’s embarrassing. Bordering on frightening.
Your actions, even in this Honeymoon Period with the Kneepad Media, have had disturbing consequences.
Wall Street is haemorrhaging.
Main Street is panicking.
Our military is disgusted.
Our enemies are licking their lips.
Our friends are fuming. (Really? A 25-DVD set? What the FRACK were you thinking? If you don’t like Pomp and Circumstance, you’re in the wrong damn job. Diplomacy goes with the territory, whether or not you like it.)
Even Chris Matthews and Whoopi Goldberg are starting to go wobbly on you.
We know you’re smart; you hardly let us forget it. Start showing us you’re competent, before our patience runs out.
Keep screwing up at this historic rate and your own party will be chomping at the bit to impeach you, if only to save their own sorry skins in 2010. Joe Biden – JOE BIDEN!!! – is starting to look Presidential by comparison, and I NEVER thought I’d see that day.
Enough with the Johnny Bravo crap; lose the suit and the Milli Vanilli teleprompter, warm up your singing voice, roll up your sleeves, and earn your stinking paycheck.
And keep your tax-loving hands off of mine. I don’t make anywhere near $250,000. You promised you wouldn’t raise taxes on people like me. I don’t believe you.
Get your shit together…please?
BrendaK said,
March 11, 2009 at 8:38 pm
On the face of it, the answer is: No, he cannot get his shit together. As it turns out, there appears to be more needed in the way of executive experience than running a campaign.
Amazing, that. Whodathunkit?