Mr. President, can I say one more thing?

I saw an ancient post ([post]12339223[/post]) about dinner with the President. I’d like to pose a different scenario.

Qualifier: The scenario presented below occurs during your adult life. So you can select any President who is alive when you are an adult.

Scenario: The President of the United States has called you, Joe or Jane Citizen, asking for technical facts/public opinion/whatever. You have spent three minutes providing your knowledge/opinion/whatever. Information conveyed, the call is obviously ending. In the brief pause after President thanks you for talking to him, you say “Mr. President, can I say one more thing?”

Of course the President, being polite, says yes.

You have only a few, I repeat, a few, sentences available. No five minute monologues. Not even a one minute monologue. And don’t bother with questions unless he can answer instantly.

What would you want to say to the President?

In my case the conversation would be with Gerry Ford in 1976 and I would have said I disapproved of the Nixon pardon.

Mr President, I’ve always been proud to support you and I truly hope that some day you’d consider stopping by for a beer.

Thank you for Obamacare. I’d have liked even more, but that was a damn good idea, and millions now have better access to health care. You’re my hero.

Mr. President, I’m not asking if its true or not, but, I am asking, if their were any truth to the theory that the US government had any actual proof to the existence of aliens, would you know about it?

Ditto. I was paying over twice what I do now for health care. I was bleeding out the moderate amount of savings I have. Now I’m gaining a little again.

If it wasn’t Obama I’d like to have told President Carter I admired him, and that the failed hostage rescue was the fortunes of war, not his fault.

“Thank you for making me proud of showing the rest of the world how America is already great.”

The night of Obama’s election, I was on a conference call with a coworker in China (who was Chinese), who was astonished that Obama was elected, both for his race and for his world view. I might tell him that story too.

Mr. President, please don’t tour Dallas in an open convertible.

Mr. President, I’ll never understand why you praised the Afghans and refused to confront Pakistan. They were killing us and you did nothing. We believed you didn’t know - or care - what was happening to us.

President Lyndon Johnson.

Okay, it’s 1967, and I’m five years old. But maybe this can be an “out of the mouths of babes” type of thing.

“Mithter President, Medicare should be for everybody.”

“This is about my internet comments isn’t it? I’m not going to survive the walk to my car, am I?”