Sunday, January 18, 2009
Come Tuesday
Dear Mr Bush,
Obama the Loved will be taking over your role in two days. You will be sorely missed as a leader -- The Great One, His Majesty thy Wonderful. But time and tide wait for no man (or woman), and the day that you settle your feud with the Dixie Chicks with a catfight must come.
Sure, you made many mistakes along the way. You attempted to create freedom with war, and regretted hanging a banner. But you are human too, yeah? Presidents make boo-boos too. Well, at least you have time to make amends and gain respect from the people again. Oh wait. Your term ends in two days. Whoops, my bad. (But since I'm not the President of a country of 303.8 million people, my mistakes aren't that important...)
Point is, since we're bidding you farewell for good (I hope), I'd like to point out all the excellent qualities in you. You are an excellent athlete with lightning-quick reflexes that help you dodge flying shoes. Your fashion sense has been commented on fewer times than Victoria Beckham's has. You haven't been caught buying gold taps with charity funds. Heck, you're the President (for the next two days, at least). You can do whatever you want. You can wear almost-translucent white singlets, denim shorts, clown-red Crocs and sip your kopi-o without anyone having the power to stop you.
Until Obama the Loved came along. People all over the world who can't even vote love him. Some sleepy fishing village in Japan shares his name. Perhaps you could take consolation in the fact that Tina Fey's parents made their child look more like Sarah Palin, rather than Hilary Clinton.
Well, all good (or bad) things come to an end. Have fun in Texas. Send me a cactus.
Thank you, and good bye.
Yours,
Ellie "Chanshine"
Obama the Loved will be taking over your role in two days. You will be sorely missed as a leader -- The Great One, His Majesty thy Wonderful. But time and tide wait for no man (or woman), and the day that you settle your feud with the Dixie Chicks with a catfight must come.
Sure, you made many mistakes along the way. You attempted to create freedom with war, and regretted hanging a banner. But you are human too, yeah? Presidents make boo-boos too. Well, at least you have time to make amends and gain respect from the people again. Oh wait. Your term ends in two days. Whoops, my bad. (But since I'm not the President of a country of 303.8 million people, my mistakes aren't that important...)
Point is, since we're bidding you farewell for good (I hope), I'd like to point out all the excellent qualities in you. You are an excellent athlete with lightning-quick reflexes that help you dodge flying shoes. Your fashion sense has been commented on fewer times than Victoria Beckham's has. You haven't been caught buying gold taps with charity funds. Heck, you're the President (for the next two days, at least). You can do whatever you want. You can wear almost-translucent white singlets, denim shorts, clown-red Crocs and sip your kopi-o without anyone having the power to stop you.
Until Obama the Loved came along. People all over the world who can't even vote love him. Some sleepy fishing village in Japan shares his name. Perhaps you could take consolation in the fact that Tina Fey's parents made their child look more like Sarah Palin, rather than Hilary Clinton.
Well, all good (or bad) things come to an end. Have fun in Texas. Send me a cactus.
Thank you, and good bye.
Yours,
Ellie "Chanshine"
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