hello, pot. it's kettle, good to see you again.

(this post will probably result in my ass being wiretapped.)

an open letter to president george w. bush:

i'm terribly disappointed in you, president bush. if you needed the ability to spy on united states citizens over 30 times (and apparently into infinity and beyond), why wouldn't you just use the FISA to authorize them? i'm no legal eagle, but if what you're doing is so constitutional and necessary, why wouldn't you go through the proper channels to do it? how can you criticize the new york times for reporting on your illegal activity? isn't that the pot calling the kettle black?

don't you understand that the nsa is NOT supposed to spy on domestic soil? wouldn't that mean that if one of the parties involved was domiciled in the united states that the wiretap shouldn't be authorized without FISA consent?

where does it stop? first, the patriot act. then, leading us on a wild goose chase for weapons of mass destruction. then (a pattern?), you DON'T keep your word about firing the person responsible for leaking a cia operative's name (who may or may not be your chief of f'ing staff). then, playing dodgeball with the question of a timetable for pulling out of iraq. let's not forget our readiness for hurricane katrina. good thing THAT wasn't a terrorist attack. now this. c'mon, mr. president. if i had the same track record at my job as you do at yours, i'd be packing up my shit and looking for new employment, and not because i got an exciting new offer. nosireebob. they'dve fired my ass.

you'll have to forgive me if i think you're terrible. i can't find any evidence to the contrary. i'm tired of you. i'm tired of your ineffectiveness. by your lack of leadership and responsibility. i'm weary of your spin. sick of your ability to dart and dodge. i can't believe i have three more years of you. maybe we'll get lucky and you'll decide you want to run another baseball team into the ground. you've done a good enough job of that with our country that maybe you'll want a new challenge.

don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out. on second thought, strike that. reverse it.