Dear Mr. President,

In the late 80's John Mellencamp released a masterpiece recording known as The Lonesome Jubilee. Loved that album and loved JCM at that point in his career.  Saw him perform at the good ole CNE in Toronto in the summer of 1988 and it was simply amazing.  But enough of this gushing over a rock star.  On that album was a song called Down and Out in Paradise.  A commentary on the failed American Dream from the perspective of ordinary Americans.  "Dear Mr President" the song starts....

Dear Mr. President wannabe, AKA Mr. Drumph

Let me begin by saying to call you repugnant would be just slightly not strong enough. You are one scary ass dude.  Not because I am scared of you but because if you come to power we will all have reason to be afraid.

Every four years the world gets a glimpse into the world of American politics and every four years we get a little more afraid of the "what ifs"  We watch in disbelief at the level of discourse that seems to find new lows with relative ease.  Surely it couldn't get any lower with your tea baggers but wait, hark, what hair is this?

What if this fraction of a man does become president?  Well, the radicals have a new poster boy and the things that he fear mongers over will become reality in your country...on a regular basis.  I get the fascination, sort of like looking at someone eat a pound of bacon on top of another pound of bacon. It's crazy but I can't look away.  What worries us is that more of the "supporters" might come out of the wood work and then we're all fucked.  Jurassic Park is looking pretty good right now.

The world hopes that America's better angels come forth and stop you from this madness.  Hold up your collective hands and say no, enough with fear and hate.  Be strong, sure.  Spread your brand, fill your boots.  If there is a sucker born every minute than surely a sucker will be there to buy your crap. But doesn't anyone wonder why you are reviled as a country.  It's your arrogance.  Your assumption that the world wants to eat Big Macs and drive Chevy Cobalts.  If they do...fine.  But don't call them names and invade if they don't.  That's just mean.  Not to mention the whole Middle East issue...it's about religion stupid.  History has shown how stupid people can get over the invisible man in the sky, surely someone can explain this.  But ask the next question and the one after that and after that again...how do we fix this by talking it through?  Drumph is the wrong guy for this. I don't know if there is a right guy considering the way your system works but surely Drumph is never gonna be right.

So stop the madness now....before it's too late

PS Cruz isn't any better.

Told you I rambled....so what, it's not a book with an editor watching over my shoulder for fuck sakes.  I'm at work in-between things.  So frig off.

Wait, I'm sorry.  Don't go....hahaha  Whatever, go.  I'm doing this for my own amusement so to quote every cook ever...."go fuck yourself"

Back to the Dear Mr thing.  I like the premise of the letter style of writing.  I might do it again.  I can just see it....

Ciao
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