Dear Mr. President:

Please let's take a walk, just as the song from Pink says. But whatever you do, do not walk behind me. You see Sir, I no longer trust you or respect you, and though I fear you, there is much that must be said.

Last night on C-SPAN, your Attorney General when speaking with Senators explained why he believed that though the constitution prohibits denying the Right to Habeas Corpus, he believes that right does NOT extend to every citizen, and therefore the President with his powers can deny it after all.

He went on to explain that he "understood" that removing Federal Attorneys who were building cases against corporate fraud and war profiteering could put a damper on investigations, but he does it anyway.

Mr. President, do you realize that your undercutting of our very Constitution makes you a traitor? How dare you sir!

Mr. President, virtually all of the bona fide experts have told you expanding this war will serve no good. So why in the hell are you doing it? Sir, you are destroying our nation, but hear me well, we will NOT go down without a fight.

Sir have you ever seen what happens when the American people become angry? We are slow to anger, but when it happens, I can only say may Godde have mercy upon your miserable soul.

Mr. President, you have a reputation for listening to phone calls, opening mail, reading emails, and generally minding everybody's difference. Sir I pray you are reading this email. For you have betrayed the American Dream, and you need to know that we know that. Wrap yourself in your presidential cloak of empire and presidential privilege, and soon it will be betrayed that the emporer has no clothes at all.

Mr. President, during your ivy league education, did you perchance read the great philosophers? Or the great writers such as Shakespeare? If you did, then you must have encountered concepts like pride, arrogance, hubris, and the tragedy that ensues as a result of those too human conditions.

Open your eyes Mr. President. Your days are numbered and soon the people will speak. I predict for you many many years of court appearances, Congressional inquiries, and the dubious role of having been the worst President ever. If you are lucky. Open your eyes Mr. President. For the American People are growing angry. I am growing angry.

Sir, there is precedence for responding today in the light of your oppressive ways. I truly hope you had somewhere along the way a chance to read this document. It is pertinent today just as it was pertinent in 1776. Here is but one excerpt:

"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. — That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, — That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness."

Finally, I am reminded of the words of a songwriter from the 60's by the name of Phil Ochs. Here is one of his songs, or part of it, rewritten for your benefit.

"And here's to the laws of Dubya Bush
Where the wars are fought in secret, Pearl Harbor every day
He punishes with income tax that he don't have to pay
And he's tapping his own brother just to hear what he would say
But corruption can be classic in the Dubya Bush way
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Dubya Bush find yourself another country to be part of

And here's to the churches of Dubya Bush and James Dobson
Where the cross, once made of silver, now is caked with rust
And the Sunday mornin' sermons pander to their lust
All the fallen face of Jesus is chokin' in the dust
And Heaven only knows in which God they can trust
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Dubya Bush find yourself another country to be part of

And here's to the government of Dubya Bush
In the swamp of their bureaucracy they're always boggin' down
And criminals are posing as advisors to the crown
And they hope that no one sees the sights and no one hears the sound
And the speeches of the President are the ravings of a clown
Oh, here's to the land you've torn out the heart of
Dubya Bush find yourself another country to be part of"

Mr. President. Heed the cry of your people.