Happy Presidents Day, Mr. President

February 21,2011

Dear Mr. President,

On this Presidents Day, a day we give honor to the special men elected to lead our country down the path to greatness, I was thinking about a few things;of the state of the world around us and about you, Mr.Obama.

First, with the entire Middle East looking likely to explode into chaos and possibly creating a vacuum to which radical Islam could very easily slip, dragging a quarter of the world back to the 12th century and the possibility of our oil supply being threatened, don't you think it might be about time we start sinking some drill holes in the ground, there Big Guy? 

The clock is ticking. Or do you plan on the same stupid course of non-action dictated by a few big buck environmental special interest groups with virtually no real power save a battery of litigious wild haired lawyers and the large megaphone of their parrot propagandist in the media.

Think about it, 6, 7 or 8 dollar a gallon gas isn't going to bode well for your re-election chances. Just ask Jimmy Carter. (I think the ol’ saying is “Balls in a Vise”) . The present circumstances dictate immediate action. Action from a Leader! And as much as I know your advisers will tell you to blame it on Bush and Cheney, that ain't gonna fly except with your loony fringe. America has wised up to lies and misdirection plays of you and your Chicago shysters (see last election results for details) and the ball is in your court now.

It’s time to grow a pair and tell the windmill fanboys and the tree hugger crowd to stand down for awhile and work on getting their Green Technologies to a point of affordability to business and the public. In short, tell them to sit down and STFU till we get through the present problems and they get their act together. We'll get back to them. Putt a few golf balls around the Oval Office and think about it, Sir.

Another thing on my mind is some of the pictures I sometime see of you in the media. Mr. President, didn't your late Grandmother who raised you,  God Rest Her Soul, teach you any manners? Or how to dress? 

 We all like to relax and feel comfortable in our off time, but Mr. President (may I call you Barry?) you are at all times the leader of the free world! A respectable leader of any country going out in public in flip-flops and a ball cap on backwards I'm sure doesn't instill respect from our allies (the ones that aren't already laughing at us) or fear in our enemies (the ones that aren't already laughing you). Is the first lady dressing you now? Maybe the Justin Bieber crowd is impressed, but they can't vote yet. Leave the goofy stuff to Joe Biden (he's really good at it) and act your part. Seriously!

But my main concern, and the real reason for this letter, is the pictures of you with your feet on the White House Furniture.

I know you have very little respect for the American people, and as has been made clear to us over the last two years, no respect for the constitution. And obviously you have forgotten that house you temporarily occupy and the furniture contained within belong to the American people; you hold no respect for our stuff either. Somewhere along the way, didn't someone explain the historic desk at which you now sit as you read this letter?  It's a valued gift of appreciation from a British Queen, not something to rest your skinny little ass on! 

That very desk has witnessed great speeches written on and given from it, national tragedy and personal triumph, the course of western history changed, many tough  decisions made and sometimes painfully grieved over, the discussions of sending men into war and of  planning for peace, beneath it Presidents children played as their daddy worked. 

So, show some respect for America for a change, Mr. President, 

and KINDLY KEEP YOUR FEET OFF OUR FURNITURE!

Have a Happy Presidents Day, Mr. President

Un-Sentimentally Yours,

Diogenes Sarcastica 

At  least we know one piece of furniture won't be abused!

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 excerpts from Lunatics Asylum