Click letter to enlarge... I need to write him again. I'm not sure I really drove the right message home the last time we communicated. I want to stay friends and maintain a certain level of plausible civility. Doing some research last night, I stumbled on this note on the 'net (leading back here, to All This Is That). It's been a bumpy ride all year for the big fella.
You hear things...stories of him reeling around the White House like Nixon. . .babbling to the oil portraits of his fellow Presidents; drinking Knob Creek Bourbon from dawn to midnight; stories of bizarre threesomes with Laura, and Condy, Rumsfeld, Cheney, Ann Coulter, Scooter Libby, Karen Hughes, and even Speaker Dennis Hastert; cocaine-fueled strategy sessions about how to exit Iraq with a "win"; romps with nubile Mexican housekeepers and perky senior staff interns while Laura is on goodwill tours in Africa; an atmosphere of treachery and betrayal permeating and befouling the White House; the staff so petrified they're gobbling pills around the clock: vicoden, vallium, librium, seconal, prozac, codeine, thorazine, opium, even black tar. . .anything to ease the tension. The atmosphere can only be compared to Hitler's Bunker the weeks before the Russians and Patton's Army arrived in Berlin. And here we are, watching the tawdry operation--the entire executive branch--disintegrate into a steaming pile!
The Democrats have to get to work now. Don't be lulled by the G.O.P. self-destruction. That can change at any minute. We need to make hay while the making hay is good. Kick 'em while they're down!
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