Confederate Yankee confrère MikeM is has kidnapped his vote for president and offers a ransom note to would-be aspirants to the Oval Office:
My Letter To A Presidential Candidate
Dear Mr. Candidate:
I’ve been following your campaign for awhile, and I might be willing to cast a vote for you. Over the last several decades, I’ve had the chance to live with presidents of both parties, and I’ve a learned a few things, particularly in the last two years. So I have some advice; I hope you’ll listen.
Sure thing, MikeM … and keep talking (we’ve almost got a trace).
Remember when Rush Limbaugh said that he hoped that Mr. Obama failed? Remember how Progressives went berserk? ‘How dare he!’ They cried. ‘He wants America to fail!’ That situation clearly illustrates our current national dilemma. You see, Progressives equate Mr. Obama and America. They think he is our voice, our face. Some of them even think he’s some kind of a deity, a god who transcends such a petty office as the Presidency of the United States and whose destiny is to remake America in his image. They’re wrong, badly wrong. It’s not about the man; it’s about his policies.
Okay, the perp is at 111 Dipshit Lane. We can have a SWAT team there in 10 minutes … oh, Christ, he’s still talking …
Mr. Candidate, the President of the United States is nothing more than a man, and someday I have no doubt, a woman.
Caribou Barbie thanks you, blah blah, yadda yadda — can you please get on with your list of demands?
So while you’re running, and particularly if you are fortunate enough to be trusted to be America’s temporary chief executive, there are some important things you ought to know, and more importantly, believe. I know that some of them will seem, well, elementary, but my experience of the last few years has taught me that some things likely need to be said.
* You must be personally humble. ‘I’ should be a tiny part of your private vocabulary and an even smaller part of your public vocabulary. But in your representation of America’s values and interests, you must be proud, fierce, resolute and honorable, for the people you represent are all of those things and more. Those who are full of hubris never end well, nor does their nation.
Humility good, hubris bad — difficult to disagree. Carry on.
* You must believe that America is the greatest, kindest, most free, just and generous nation ever to exist in the tide of time, because, well, because it is.
Or is it: humility bad, hubris good? Ah well, ‘foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds’ etc.
* Your job is also to pursue America’s interests, not those of victim groups, unions, billionaire donors, or those of a fictional, hopelessly utopian one world government.
And it really is a simple task, because ‘America’s interests’ perfectly coincide with those of all identifiable sub-groups of Americans, who are never in competition with each other for anything at all or able to show that their preferred policies would result in broader benefits for more people than those of their rivals or maintaining the status quo. And this is true because there is unanimous agreement on what ‘America’s interests’ really are, to the point that MikeM seems to feel it would be a waste of time to make the slightest attempt to define them in any coherent way.
* The UN does not share America’s interests. You must not share those of the UN.
* Global Warming is the biggest scientific hoax of all time. If you fall for that, you’ll fall for anything.
So you better not cave in to Antarctica’s demands in the New World Order!
* America’s economic system is capitalism. Its expression is free enterprise. It’s engine is small business and the rest of the private sector. Do you notice that government has no part in that? Do you realize that government can only hinder and interfere?
Why just the other day I was remarking to a friend that the threat of government enforcement of anti-fraud laws was hindering my ability to con other people out of their money. Talk about a commie plot!
* Government jobs don’t create wealth, they consume it.
Fire doesn’t provide warmth, it burns stuff! Food packaging doesn’t preserve perishable goods, it makes litter! Clocks don’t help you to be on time, they tell everybody else you were late! Etc., etc.
MikeM’s ransom note goes on for quite some time, but we started getting bored and just have to assume that it ends with a demand for safe passage to the airport where a reality-warping, time-traveling jet awaits to whisk him away to a make-believe America of the distant past.





