Dear Politics,
There is no easy way to say this, so I will not try to sugar coat it. I will be blunt, but swift, so hopefully the sting will fizzle quickly.
You, sir, are a bitch.
I know, mean, right? I'm not sorry I said it. It is a fact and facts, necessary as they are, can hurt. The facts are indisputable. Facts are emotionless. Facts do not play favorites or lean right or left. Facts are sometimes hard to take. But facts do not lie. And the fact of the matter is that you, Politics, are a total bitch.
Please do not try to defend yourself. I know this comes as a shock to you. Maybe you didn't mean to be the big B. Maybe you started out kind and well-meaning, with a big heart. And then maybe you were wronged in some hopelessly regrettable way and this left you jaded. The reason doesn't matter now, dear Politics. Just own up to the fact that you are a bitch so we can move forward.
You see, your bitchiness is tearing this country apart. The very next day after democracy has been exercised, as it is every four years, we see headlines asking how America became so polarized. In the days leading up to the election, we saw advertisements from purportedly nonpartisan spokespeople pleading with us to be civil to each other. Our purple mountains and amber waves of grain have been repainted red and blue. Even fifty shades of gray would be a stark improvement over a bipolar color wheel.
Face it, Politics, no one likes you.
You are not welcome at family dinners. You are despised in close, public quarters. You rekindle gender wars. You make people question their faith in humanity and their belief in their religion. You make people tapdance around the very hint of your name. Indeed, I cannot mention your name around my coworkers.
You make Thanksgiving and Christmas, two days that should be filled with joy and laughter, awkward, to say the least. You make us all sick, and sick of you, we are.
Politics, you are a bitch. There are no two ways about it.
I am not sorry for being blunt. I am not sorry for stating a fact.
I'll gladly say it again. Politics, you are a bitch. Now what are you going to do about it?
Respectfully submitted,
This Girl
There is no easy way to say this, so I will not try to sugar coat it. I will be blunt, but swift, so hopefully the sting will fizzle quickly.
You, sir, are a bitch.
I know, mean, right? I'm not sorry I said it. It is a fact and facts, necessary as they are, can hurt. The facts are indisputable. Facts are emotionless. Facts do not play favorites or lean right or left. Facts are sometimes hard to take. But facts do not lie. And the fact of the matter is that you, Politics, are a total bitch.
Please do not try to defend yourself. I know this comes as a shock to you. Maybe you didn't mean to be the big B. Maybe you started out kind and well-meaning, with a big heart. And then maybe you were wronged in some hopelessly regrettable way and this left you jaded. The reason doesn't matter now, dear Politics. Just own up to the fact that you are a bitch so we can move forward.
You see, your bitchiness is tearing this country apart. The very next day after democracy has been exercised, as it is every four years, we see headlines asking how America became so polarized. In the days leading up to the election, we saw advertisements from purportedly nonpartisan spokespeople pleading with us to be civil to each other. Our purple mountains and amber waves of grain have been repainted red and blue. Even fifty shades of gray would be a stark improvement over a bipolar color wheel.
Face it, Politics, no one likes you.
You are not welcome at family dinners. You are despised in close, public quarters. You rekindle gender wars. You make people question their faith in humanity and their belief in their religion. You make people tapdance around the very hint of your name. Indeed, I cannot mention your name around my coworkers.
You make Thanksgiving and Christmas, two days that should be filled with joy and laughter, awkward, to say the least. You make us all sick, and sick of you, we are.
Politics, you are a bitch. There are no two ways about it.
I am not sorry for being blunt. I am not sorry for stating a fact.
I'll gladly say it again. Politics, you are a bitch. Now what are you going to do about it?
Respectfully submitted,
This Girl