Love letters from the Democratic National Committee

That’s right, the Democratic National Committee is in love with me. In fact, I would say that they are passionately in love with me. How do I know? They send me an insane number of emails.

To be fair to the DNC, I made the first approach. I innocently sent them a note from their “contact us” page. I really wanted to call them, but they don’t give their number to anyone who hasn’t donated a crap-load of money. So, I filled out the form and clicked “Send”.

I wrote about my disappointment in their selection process for our presidential candidate. Most years they at least put on a good show, with primaries and caucuses and whatnot. In fact, they used that very same, suspect process to pick Joe Biden as the candidate for 2024, even though he, and Jill, and the White House (cleaning) staff, and Joe’s doctors, and many reporters, knew that he was no longer sharp enough or alert enough to be president.

My note to the DNC was not about the blatant lie that President Biden was able to function, a lie that continues to reverberate while he serves as president, and that oozes disrespect for every American, the presidency, and Mr. Biden himself. I’m disgusted with everyone who speaks or promulgates that lie. I’ll say it quite bluntly – you are no longer welcome in our home.

My note was about the lack of democratic process in the picking of Ms. Harris as the replacement presidential candidate. How? Why? Which rich people made that choice for half of America, or at least about half of the low percentage of United States citizens who can be bothered to vote.

An aside: Who can blame them for not voting? Say there are 100 million people who were born in the US and are over 35 years old. Trump and Harris are the best we can do? Every one of my friends, and two or three of yours, would be better presidents, and haven’t taken bribes or corporate donations, yet.

So, from my perspective, Kamala Harris wasn’t chosen to be the presidential candidate by the Democratic voters, but by the rich and powerful. And that’s what I told the DNC. And for some reason, that’s when they fell in love with me, and started sending me love letters. 52 love letters over 20 days – and today is just dawning. That’s an average of 2.6 per day. On one special day I received four. I think I’m being stalked.

Nearly all of these letters ask for money. Usually, a minimum of 7 dollars, though sometimes they ask for as little as $3, and a couple of times, $5, which apparently is the cost of a large coffee in the Land of the Free. Five dollars for a cup of coffee? Under a Democratic administration? What have they been doing for 4 years? Full disclosure – I consider myself a Democrat, but it’s at #206 on my list of “identifications”, right under “Cleveland Lumberjacks fan.”

I know I can unsubscribe from these emails, but I’m so curious about the inevitable deluge in November. Meanwhile, I’m not giving the Democrats or the Republicans $7. I need that money to buy toilet paper, because, frankly, I wouldn’t wipe my ass with either candidate.