|An Open Letter
||[Nov. 3rd, 2004|08:01 am]
|||||Postal Service - The District Sleeps Alone Tonight||]|
I can't believe you. I can't believe you chose someone who lied to you in order to send your sons, daughters, sisters, brothers, and parents to die in Iraq so that his friends could make billions of dollars. I can't believe you chose someone who has cut social assistance, benefits to soldiers and veterans, and exported so many jobs to other nations. I can't believe you chose someone who bungled his first year in office so badly that it cost 3,000 of your citizens lives. I can't believe you chose someone who took an America that the whole world stood with on September 11, 2001, and made it more alienated, hated, and ridiculed than it ever has been. I can't believe you chose someone whose priorities don't include health care, education, or job creation, but do include huge deficits that your grandchildren will still be servicing. I can't believe you chose someone who thinks that perscription drugs from Canada will "kill ya." I can't believe you chose someone whose past four years in office guarantee that your dollar may never recover from the plunge it has taken. I can't believe you and your governments witnessed unabashed voter fraud, disenfranchisement, and discrimination, and the only thing that happened was Michael Moore organizing an army of volunteers to tape it. What the hell is wrong with you?
You know what? Stay away from me and my family. I wash my hands of you, and offer an invitation to those of you who didn't chose this fool to come up to Canada. It's really easy to cross our border, and we've got an ass-load of space. Those of you who live south of Montana may want to bundle up; it gets pretty nippy for the next six months.
With absolutely no respect,
Cam in Canada