Ancient history, my friend
Dear George W.,
Sorry I have not responded to your calls/texts/e-mails/letters/instant messages/telegrams/FBI search probes/etc.
You see, I’ve been a bit busy attempting to revive the Republican Party from the death spiral you seem so intent on driving us into. Funny thing, the Republican name doesn’t command the respect it used to. Remember when it was a given that Missouri, Colorado, Indiana, North Carolina, and Nevada would go GOP? Remember when New Hampshire and Washington were at least battleground states? Ancient history, my friend.
Because of you, I was forced to choose an untested rogue PTA mom from Alaska as my running mate so as to not appear part of “established” Republican Party. Because of your unpopularity, I’ve been forced to stake my entire campaign not on issues but on an unlicensed plumber who wants a country music career and my opponent’s acquaintanceship with a repentant anti-war terrorist turned education professor. Because of you, instead of focusing on my twenty plus years of dedicated service to my country in the Senate all anyone seems to care about is that I voted with you 90% of the time in the last eight years.
Anyway, thanks, you little jerk. You’re drafted. OH WAIT—you already DODGED the draft. The draft for the war in which I spent 5 ½ years of my life as a prisoner, while you were AWOL for the Texas National Guard. Way to put your country first.
Up yours, my friend,
The Secret Diary of John McCain (link to http://republican-talk.com)
I just want to express my hope that every remaining night of your life, your dreams are troubled by the images of the people who died because of your vainglorious, ill-considered and unjustifiable decision to bring America's military might down on Iraq.
You didn't think about the consequences, the lives that have been lost, and the way it would contribute to the downfall of the country you claim to love. But you're still here, while the hundreds of thousands of mothers and daughters, and the hundreds of thousands of fathers and sons, are not. So -- from one American to another -- I hope that decision haunts you forever.
Post new comment