woke up, fell out of bed, wrote the Prez what was in my head

[fflo]

Mister President,

Are you being blackmailed? I don't want to come to grips with you as a sleeker, more rhetorically adept shill for the rich than the last guy, just playing the other side in a phony debate, and throwing occasional bones to the people to illustrate your role.

But the whole reasonable-guy compromising-like-you-knew-he-would construct doesn't work on this tax thing. It's too much. I can't make it fit.

Maybe, instead of blackmail, you know something the people don't, or can't, without revolution erupting?

Look at the wild theories I'm driven to, trying to keep you in my mind as a friend to (increasingly underclassed) working Americans.

Sometimes I do think I see something like that in your eyes.

-- fflo

(I didn't sign the actual thing "fflo".)

Comments

[disclaimerwill.livejournal.com]

I like that. I started to draft a letter myself, but quickly decided that I would find it far more galling to receive the inevitable defensive form letter in reply than it would be cathartic to speak my mind to whichever aide has to look at those things.

I think yours is worth the form letter, though.