Hey almost President Obama, how you doing? I know right now as I type this you’re sitting there in the cold suffering through one of the most boring concerts imaginable, but just in case pigs fly at some point, maybe you’ll read this. Or not. Probably not. But whatever.
I’m still not over the Rick Warren thing, which to me shows an unbelievable amount of insensitivity to the feelings of gays and lesbians and their supporters. It was a hard, cold, painful slap in the face to people who were already hurting after the horrific bigotry shown by voters in California, Arizona, Arkansas and Florida. So ok, you’re not gay, you don’t care about their feelings. Fine.
But here’s something that touches you personally. You and Michelle have talked about falling in love to the song “At Last” by Etta James. It’s “your song” and at your ball Tuesday night, your first dance will be to that song. You and Michelle, dancing to “At Last.” It’s going to be beautiful, emotional, but oh so unbelievably insensitive. Why? Because it’s going to sung by fucking Beyonce. Why is that insensitive?
BECAUSE ETTA JAMES IS STILL ALIVE AND SINGING AND IN GOOD HEALTH!
Poor Etta. Didja even think for a split second how Etta would feel choosing some snot-nosed pop star to sing the song that brought you and your wife together?
No, of course not.
Hey dude, think you’re gonna be a great president. Love your pro-science stance, and even though I’ve looked askance at some of your appointments, I’m willing to wait and see how your intelligence and education and ability to reach across all those aisles will help our country. I have no doubt that we’ll be in much better shape as a country by the end of your term(s). Go forth, do good, get 'er done. Good luck, best wishes, I support you.
But please try to work on this streak of insensitivity that’s very troubling to me.
Poor Etta. Damn.
Sincerely yours,
Citizen