TC the Terrible

Dear President Obama:

You are the thirteenth President under whom I have lived and unlike any of the others, you truly scare me.
You scare me because after months of exposure, I know nothing about you.
You scare me because I do not know how you paid for your expensive Ivy League education and your upscale lifestyle and housing with no visible signs of support.
You scare me because you did not spend the formative years of youth growing up in America and culturally you are not an American.
You scare me because you have never run a company or met a payroll.
You scare me because you have never had military experience, thus don’t understand it at its core.
You scare me because you lack humility and ‘class’, always blaming others.
You scare me because for over half your life you have aligned yourself with radical extremists who hate America and you refuse to publicly denounce these radicals who wish to seeAmerica fail.
You scare me because you are a cheerleader for the ‘blameAmerica’ crowd and deliver this message abroad.
You scare me because you want to changeAmerica to a European style country where the government sector dominates instead of the private sector.
You scare me because you want to replace our health care system with a government controlled one.
You scare me because you prefer ‘wind mills’ to responsibly capitalizing on our own vast oil, coal and shale reserves.
You scare me because you want to kill the American capitalist goose that lays the golden egg which provides the highest standard of living in the world.
You scare me because you have begun to use ‘extortion’ tactics against certain banks and corporations.
You scare me because your own political party shrinks from challenging you on your wild and irresponsible spending proposals.
You scare me because you will not openly listen to or even consider opposing points of view from intelligent people.
You scare me because you falsely believe that you are both omnipotent and omniscient.
You scare me because the media gives you a free pass on everything you do.
You scare me because you demonize and want to silence the Limbaughs, Hannitys, O’Reilllys and Becks who offer opposing, conservative points of view.
You scare me because you prefer controlling over governing.
Finally, you scare me because if you serve a second term I will probably not feel safe in writing a similar letter in 8 years.

Lou Pritchett

The New York Times refused to print it .
http://www.snopes.com/politics/soapbox/youscareme.asp
 
It really took some guts for a VP of Procter and Gamble to send this Letter to the NY Times, even though they did not publish it.
 
Lou Pritchett is one of corporate America ‘s true living legends- an Acclaimed author, dynamic teacher and one of the world’s highest rated Speakers. Successful corporate executives everywhere recognize him as the Foremost leader in change management. Lou changed the way  America does Business by creating an audacious concept that came to be known as Partnering.” Pritchett rose from soap salesman to Vice-President, Sales And Customer Development for Procter and Gamble and over the course of 36 Years, made corporate history.

Another day of  rain.  But this time I’m tied to a lap top so there’s no chance to need gun powder in my nose. 

So far the best part of the day is watching the wrong guy take an ass chewing for the right reason.  As fucked up as that sounds it was a good thing.

For the past two days it has rained its’ ass off here at glorious Camp Shelby, MS.  Which somehow seemed natural because I’ve spent the past two days on the firing ranges.  I don’t think I’ve ever been on an Army firing range in decent weather.  Hell, I’m not sure I know how to fire a weapon on a clear day.

And after six years of hanging out in the five sided play ground it seems I still gots it.  Of the 50+ or so of us that were firing our M-4 rifles Monday I was was one of three to actually qualify.  I’m pretty sure it was sheer luck since my optical sights fogged up and I missed half a dozen targets trying to get the lenses clear again.  Firing with a protective mask still is a royal pain, but I knocked enough of those down to pass.  Yesterday I qualified with the M-9 pistol.  It’s not the hand gun that my old .45 Colt was, but it’ll do in a pinch.  It felt like I was John Fucking Wayne watching the targets fall almost as fast as they popped up. 

Maybe all I needed to feel like a Soldier again was to be soaked to the bone, cold and have my nostrils filled with gun powder.  Like the man said, “The chow is hot and my morale is high.”  Now if I could just get my mail. . .