LETTER TO THE PRESIDENT

Frequent blog visitor Jan sent me this one:

"Mr. President, this job can't be fun for you any more. There's no more
money to spend -- you used up all of that. You can't start another war
because you used up the Army. And now, darn the luck, the rest of your
term has become the Bush family nightmare: helping poor people. Listen
to your Mom. The cupboard's bare, the credit cards maxed out. No one's
speaking to you. Mission accomplished.

Now it's time to do what you've always done best: lose interest and walk
away. Like you did with your military service and the oil company and
the baseball team. It's time. Time to move on and try the next fantasy
job. How about cowboy, or space man? Now I know what you're saying:
there's so many other things that you as President could involve
yourself in.

Please don't. I know, I know. There's a lot left to do. There's a war
with Venezuela. Eliminating the sales tax on yachts. Turning the space
program over to the church. And Social Security to Fannie Mae. Giving
embryos the vote.

But, Sir, none of that is going to happen now. Why? Because you govern
like Billy Joel drives. You've performed so poorly I'm surprised that
you haven't given yourself a medal. You're a catastrophe that walks like
a man.

Herbert Hoover was a shitty president, but even he never conceded an
entire city to rising water and snakes. On your watch, we've lost almost
all of our allies, the surplus, four airliners, two trade centers, a
piece of the Pentagon and the City of New Orleans.
Maybe you're just not lucky. I'm not saying you don't love this country.
I'm just wondering how much worse it could be if you were on the other
side.

So, yes, God does speak to you. What He is saying is 'Take a hint."