*Warning - polictical content. Feel free to move along.
Dear Mr. President,
Greetings from your home state of Illinois. Though I am generally somewhat quiet on the topic of my political views, I want you to know that I’m still behind you and I will be voting for you in November, just as I did almost 4 years ago.
Those were glory days, weren’t they, those exciting days leading up to your election? Sir, I was just thrilled when you were elected. On the day of your inauguration I sat in a room of equally thrilled women and taped your whole acceptance speech on my phone. I have never even listened to a previous president’s acceptance speech much less saved it for future use. I had so much hope back then. I almost believed that this country was beginning to open its minds and see a person for his integrity and ability, not his skin color. The first not–black-enough, not-white-enough, Kenyan, Indonesian, Muslim, radical Christian President without a birth certificate is a pretty auspicious thing to be. (Did I forget anything?)
It has to be very frustrating to do your job. So many dreams and ideas blocked before they can become change. The other party complains about your lack of effectiveness, but it’s damn hard to be effective with both hands tied behind your back and hopping on one foot. I still think you have it in you to make the changes we need in this country. I strongly believe that you deserve another four years to show us what you’ve got. So, now that you know that I’ve got your back there is something that I need you to do for me; I need you to get out there and kick Mitt Romney’s ass.
Seriously, what the hell happened at last week’s debate? I only saw a few minutes of it because that’s as long as I can handle watching the republican smugness without my stomach starting to hurt, but the blow-by-blow that followed is everywhere. Even Jon Stewart was appalled. You didn’t even phone it in. You just stood there while someone who was supposed to be Mitt Romney lied and lied and lied. The man has no integrity whatsoever, but you do. I know you do and it’s time to throw it down, brother. It’s time to look that man in the eye and show him, show US, what you’ve got.
Next week I need you to get in there and fight. I want you to be so in his face that the referee moderator has to ring her bell to shut you down. I need you to show that pompous, entitled, condescending SOB just what 3 ½ years as the leader of this great nation has earned you, experience and respect! Listen to the theme music from Rocky, guzzle some Red Bull, get out there with fire in your eyes and take that moron down. I want to see intellectual blood on that stage. Lots of it.
Do it for me. Do it for the 47%. Do it for freaking Big Bird, but most importantly, do it for this country. We deserve better than an over indulged, unscrupulous, business man to lead our country. We deserve what you’ve promised us. Now get out there and give it to us.
Make me proud,