My open letter to President ToiletHead on his birthday

[Rabrrrrrr]

Dear Mr. Shrub:

Today is your birthday. I wish you good health, and the best of luck with your mental health, which I know has been teetering precariously since before your campiagn in 2000 started, and which surely worse now that your lies have been exposed, your house of cards are falling down, and your daughters are quite a bit to handle. I know daughters - any children, really - can be a pain in the ass, so I empathize with you on that, though surely they are no worse than you were in your coke- and alcohol-addled college years, and that year and a half you were AWOL. Yeah, kids sure a handful, ain't they? Same in every generation; as it has been, and always shall be.

Thank you for the economic ruin of the country, the lack of respect for the US around the world, and our terrible quagmire in Iraq, to say nothing of the utterly failed "War On Terra", all due to your gross negligence and extreme incompetence. Until you arrived, when Bill Clinton was our (last elected) president, I felt safe and secure, had a great job, and held the highest respect for my country I've had since I was an elementary shool crossing-guard. That was, by the way, during the Carter administration, after the cleanup from Republican Nixon and before Republican Reagan and all those guys who are now in your administration had twelve years to take the country almost as far down the shitter as you've managed in just under four. Maybe I shouldn't have called you incompetent. Oh, no, wait - yes I should call you incompetent. The word I shouldn't call you is "inefficient". Bravo to you for your efficiency!

On this, your eleventy-fifteen-and-one (as you would likely put it) birthday, I hope you take time to contemplate and find the space in your heart to finally feel shame for the tens of thousands of people who are not having birthdays as a direct cause of your hateful, hurtful, neglectful, and decidely un-Jesus-like policies. Since you don't have the honor to resign, I tell you that I pray and hope that this is your last birthday in the White House, the people's house, in which you are squatting.

Please, sir, get out. And, of course, happy birthday.

Sincerely,


Rabrrrrrr

[Rabrrrrrr]

1. Yes, it's a vanity kick

so sue me. I spent a lot of time on this, and went to page 3.

[Kolesar]

2. don't worry, it got lots of attention from the WH clerks

They are filing you under "terrorist" right now.

[Bundbuster]

3. Hear here

I saw this exact message in a Hallmark card at Bush Buttfucks and Beyond.

[Rabrrrrrr]

4. Yes, but is it good?

:evilgrin:

[Bundbuster]

6. Ya took the words

right out of my mind, which is most excellent today!

Did you send him a birthday painting too? Maybe Rabrrrrrr's interpretive vision of a turd flushing down a toilet bowl?

[Rabrrrrrr]

7. I should send him a painting

If nothing else, it gives me the cred to put on the resume "In the collection of the President of the US".

A picture of the turd - Shrub - being flushed down the toilet of public and world opinion and voting authority, waving buh bye you evil clown.

[bigwillq]

5. This is wonderful

Thank you for this.

Very well put.

I appreciate your hardwork.