Dear Mittens,
We’ve had our ups and downs this past year, what with you running for President and me not agreeing with a damn word that comes out of your mouth. Still though, it’s been one wildly nostalgic ride of me either yelling at the TV or getting up from the computer in a huff after you inevitably say something douchebaggish and asinine.
Now, as our journey together nears its end, you’ve yet again proven how wrong together we are. Somehow, you believe that half the nation is a bunch of freeloaders and that, as President, you have the right to completely disregard them. Somehow, you also believe that half the nation is freeloaders, period. I NEED NOT impress on you the fact that we, the loser 47 are indeed working hard for the money, taking stupid temp jobs that are created by corporations owned by men like you that are unwilling to provide people with decent benefits, and instead view them as an expendable commodity (all the while blaiming them for their situation and their poverty, for having to chose between food and healthcare).
We just don’t see eye to eye, Mittens. Yours is a world of greed and stupidity, where bending the rules and lining the pockets of your constiuents wins elections that will inevitably service to preserve your property. Mine, instead, is a world where people actual enter into a social compact and serve the community around them that has sacrificed to build them up. Yours is a world where people cheat their way to do the top, drowning the masses beneath them. Mine is a world where we raise each other up, knowing full well that we are substantially better off the better off those around us are.
Well, Mittens, it’s been real. Now, will you please f#@#$ off so that we can all move on with ours lives?
Kisses.
