Let Misery Rain

Dear George,

Tonight, before you crawl into bed, I want you to drop to your knees and pray earnestly for rack and ruin. Pray for disaster; pray for a complete breakdown of our economic infrastructure; pray that misery will stalk the land leaving the cries of the hungry and destitute in its wake.

Pray that your successor will continue to coddle terrorists until America is struck by Pearl Harbor III. Pray that terrorists attack chemical and nuclear power plants, adding to the pain of a destitute nation.

Pray that the affliction and anguish reach a fever pitch, until the American people rise up as one and demand your return. Let them cry out for your steely gaze and your firm smirk. Let them pine for another hemorrhoidal strut across the flight deck of the USS Abraham Lincoln.

For the truth is that the drones prefer a stagnant pool to roiled waters. They will demand the dazed reassurance only your presence can give them.

In closing, never forget that feral capitalism lives! Greed, avarice and violence are hard wired into our DNA. These are the very qualities that you personify. And no amount of pretty rhetoric will change that.

Your admirer,
Belacqua Jones