Dear Democrats,

We are very put out with you right now.  In fact, maybe you ought to go spend the night at your sister's house.  Or go sleep on the couch, at the very least.

Before we left for work, we asked you to do one thing, and one thing only.  Stop the war.  Miinimum wage, that could have waited.  Immigration reform, urgent, but not killing thousands of people each month.  Lobbying reform, well, if you would just bring our soldiers home, frankly, we don't give a shit how much golf you fly off to Scotland to play.

The War in Iraq is a meat-grinder.  Every hour that it goes on, somebody's kid dies in vain or loses his arm or leg, and for what?  For nothing.  Anything we manage to accomplish there for good or ill will be undone within a month after we finally do leave.

All we asked you to do is stop the President before he gets everyone killed.  You didn't do that.  You laid here on the damn couch all day, again, doing bong hits and playing PS3.

We could say that we're not angry at you, just very disappointed.  But, actually, we're very angry.  Very, very angry.  

Go to your sister's.  We'll call your sorry asses when we're damn good and ready.

And we might not call you at all. 

Have a nice Memorial Day weekend.  We're going to spend it not thinking about you.

Good night,

TRex and the Rest of Us, Your Former Shmoops.

P.S. DO NOT CALL AND ASK ME FOR MONEY.  Then it really is over.  Ask your damn mother for some money.  And tell her I'm sick of doing her goddamn job.

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