For The Presidents

This is a direct message to the former Presidents of the United States, Mr. Barack Obama and Mr. George W. Bush. 

Disclaimer: I am not a citizen of your country, and my only ties to your nation are a shared border and many friends within. 

I am a 34 year old white straight male that - admittedly - is a progressive. I don’t think I’m alone when I say that we (as outsiders to your country) have, throughout my life, viewed America as the Land of Opportunity. 

Up until August 12th, I never could understand volunteering one's life for one's country. 

Then suddenly, when I saw the hatred and bigotry in Virginia, I knew I had to do something.

Mr. President(s), I understand your hesitation to comment on your Commander in Chief; only you and a handful of other living people know the true stresses of one of the most important and influential positions in the world.

This week, however, has given the American public and the world a chance to compare strategies.

Mr. Bush, I won’t pretend I was a fan, but those days are long gone. You have allegedly seen that Donald’s inauguration was “some weird sh*t”, and I wonder what has been going through your mind lately with the recent news. 

Are you proud of your contemporary? Can you truly say that you would have said or done the same?

We (the outsiders) are fucking terrified. We feel angry, and impotent. I couldn't fly to Charlottesville, or Ferguson, or North Korea, or Houston. But what I can do is write. 

That’s why I’m using the power of the Internet: Please call the White House. Try and talk down this excuse of a leader.

Think of your children and grandchildren. Regardless of what your goals as POTUS were, can you live with yourself if you knew they were for nothing?

Call the press. Let them know what you think. Be sure to call Fox “News”. If they won’t take your calls, please tell every media outlet to contact them on your behalf. 

I’m tired of reading about it. I’m sick of feeling hopeless. I’m sick of wondering whether I should even be saving for my future at all. I keep waking up in the morning morbidly wondering if today will be the day that I'm vaporized because some dickhead septuagenarian couldn't keep his thumbs to himself.

This thin skinned narcissist has proven time and again that he is unfit to be your Man At The Table. I implore you, on behalf of your countrymen, and the rest of us, to do something for the legacies you respectively built. This cannot be the way America is remembered, and I couldn't live with myself if I didn't do what I could.

(Sorry for swearing. I’m Canadian.)

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