I’m just a plainspoken Colorado criminal defense lawyer, but the way I see it…
I generally prefer to stay out of politics, but occasionally one particular boob who practices that peculiar art stirs me to throw some bile at the computer screen. It’s akin to the satisfaction of physical vomiting: I know I’m not going to hit anyone with it, but at least I feel a little better.
The boob here is Senator Mitch McConnell. He’s the Republican leader of the Senate, and I’m sorry to say he’s from Kentucky. I like Kentucky.
The senator made sure he was one of the first to congratulate President Obama on his re-election. Stayed up past 1 this morning to do it. “I extend my sincere congratulations,” he said, and quickly added that the President ought not be confused by the results, because after all “(t)he voters have not endorsed the failures or excesses of (your) first term.”
Neither, it seems, did the voters endorse the failure of Mr. McConnell to do the one thing he said he would dedicate the past four years to: ensure that Mr. Obama be a one-term President. Even for an utter boob this seems an excessive focus of wasted effort, especially when the utter boob is a United States Senator and might have been expected to do at least one other thing for Kentucky, if not for the nation, in four whole years. You can get yourself an entire law degree in less time than that.
So I wrote my own letter to Senator McConnell
After reading your “sincere” congratulations to the President upon his re-election, it is clear that you choose to remain part of the problem of U.S. government. Those of us who love this country more than we love our own political party look forward to offering rather more authentic congratulation to the person, of your own or any other party, who defeats your sorry ass in your own upcoming nonre-election.
Sincerely (yeah, I really mean it),
He’ll never read it, of course. He’s much too busy plotting to assassinate the President. But I do feel a little better.