A Letter to George Bush

(Great article from Alternet—the website we should get all our stories from.)

Dear George Bush,

You are not my president. You have not been my president for the past four years, since in 2000 you were actually not elected. You are still not my president. I don’t know what happened yesterday, but your minions managed to instill enough fear, homophobia, and nationalism to win. Nevertheless, you are not my president.

I will never knit anything for you. Even if your big stupid white house burned down, I still wouldn’t knit you a warm, cozy afghan. You’ll have to warm those cold Texas nights on the ranch without my knitting, because you are not my president.

I will never knit anything for your poor dog, who cannot help being owned by a maniacal, insane, deranged, tyrannical warmonger.

Dick Cheney’s huge head will never be kept warm by a hat I make. Condoleeza will have to find a different way to make a fashion statement. Mr. Rumsfeld will have to cover Lady Liberty’s breast with someone else’s yarn. Laura’s powersuits will have to be complemented by something other than my knitting.

George Bush, you are not my president. You are an illiterate, dishonest, greedy asshole. I look forward to hating you for the next four years, as you spend trillions more dollars that this country doesn’t have, alienate any remaining unalienated countries in the world, divide this nation more deeply, and screw Americans for generations to come.

George Bush, you are not my president.