Dear Mr. President,
I have a request, a very humble request, and I mean it with all the respect in the world: please stop talking. There’s an old expression that everything after but, and I am saying this nicely, is manure. And you sir are spreading enough of it, and in language you can understand, your manure leaves its own carbon footprint.
It’s obvious at this point that you have a very different agenda from that of your fellow countrymen. No it’s not an Islamic agenda, and no I don’t believe it’s a black agenda, nor any other conspiratorial agenda, but rather an agenda to systematically change and destroy a nation you so despise. A nation that has given you everything no other country would have ever afforded you, yet a nation you inherently hate. I’ll be generous: I don’t think you realize what you are doing. Your ideas and thoughts were essentially hijacked by radical, and communist, and fascist professors on the college campuses you attended. Your needing a father figure, and their needing a patsy was the perfect coupling. It’s not unusual. Many a lost man and woman have succumbed to radical ideologies. Oh wait! Many are doing so right now, and leaving waves of destruction in their wake. But in your behavior I see something dangerous. You do not know the difference between right and wrong. You only know to instinctively sabotage this great nation.
I don’t hate you, Mr. President, I feel bad for you. I feel bad that you are so filled with hate for a country that has given you so much. I feel bad that again, you can’t see the difference between right and wrong, and good and evil. This isn’t a black thing, and it’s not a white thing. Many people of all colors and religions share this sickness, and yes I do believe that it is a disease.
A father’s job is to teach his kids these basic tenets, and you didn’t have that, and for that I’m terribly sorry. I know your professors taught you that there is a moral equivalency between police killing civilians, in the line of duty, and civilians killing police. I know they taught you that one man’s terrorist is another man’s freedom fighter. What they taught you, Mr. President, is, was, and will always be wrong, and you, sir, have been their most successful student.
Tonight, Mr. President, when you go to bed, I beg of you to think not about the shooter and his plight, and how the killer could have been your son. Instead, think about the officers and their families’ plights. Instead of putting yourself in the shoes of the killer, put yourself in the shoes of the victims. Imagine, as you are saying good night to your daughters, that there are daughters tonight who can’t say good night, and never will again be able to say that to their fathers. Think of the wives, the parents, the men in uniform whose next call might be their final call. How about saying tonight, those policemen could have been me, and their children could have been my children. We’re all civil servants and we all run risks. Their risk cost them their lives and their families’ happiness. Don’t they deserve some meaningful sympathy? Not criticism of the killings. Criticism of an evil cast of mind that led to the killings.
I write this, Mr. President, to console myself, since you have decided that it is not your job to console a whole country. I write this, Mr. President, because of the anger I feel inside for your lack of leadership. I write this as an American, and I write this as a scared American. It is not too late to change, Mr. President. As you have asked us to look into our hearts and minds, I beg of you to do the same. Since I have been offering my suggestions, Mr. President, I offer one more. The next time this happens, and sadly it will, when you stand up and address the whole country, simply say if anyone is even thinking about causing harm to our men and women in uniform of all races, creeds, and religions, who make nothing and give everything, we will hunt you down, we will find you and your conspirators, and the rumor is Guantánamo Bay has many vacancies.
God bless you Mr. President, and God bless the whole United States.