Dear Mr. President,
I've been in school lately, and as such I've been too busy to share my thoughts with you. Besides, I didn't want to interrupt this past year while your political capital got squandered, your network of cronies fell apart, and many of your policies imploded. Anyway, with my classes we are at a point in the semester referred to as midterm. You probably don't remember, but that's when students take exams and get assessments so we know how we're doing and where we need to go. I hear you've been pretty chipper despite the constant withering criticism and low approval ratings, but it occurs to me that since you are nearing halfway through the final term of your presidency you could use some formal direct feedback too. I know you like vintage seventies music, or at least Foghat, so I'm sure you'll appreciate this opportunity to rock out with your cock out. Good luck screwing us all over some more on the home stretch, and may God continue to bless you know who.
Love, Hilfiger Tout
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They devour widows' houses
and for the sake of appearance say long prayers.
They will receive the greater condemnation.
"If this were a dictatorship, it'd be a heck of a lot easier
just so long as I'm the dictator."
-- George W. Bush, 19 Dec 2000
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