How can we be lovers when we can't be friends?

Dear America,
In case you do not receive this letter, I have also sent it to Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, The Easter Bunny and the League of Leprechauns (funky little guys that they are...), basically ALL the powers that be. I would send it to God but I don't think I have the correct mailing address. The only address I have is 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue NW, Washington D.C., and I thought God was living somewhere nice and warm...here we go, now the Bible thumpers are going to be knocking too...sighhh.

What were you thinking nominating John Bolton?? That kind of thinking is out there where public transportation doesn't go. In regards to his comment on "losing 10 stories from the Secretary's building in New York wouldn't make a bit of difference", is it just me or isn't that the same sort of comment one would make if they were throwing around the idea of flying a couple of planes into an altogether different New York landmark?? Oh right, that's BAD guy talk...totally different. Sorry for my confusion.

Never mind the spins, the Reds, the Blues or Arnold for that matter. The easiest way to make your mind up once and for all is to compare John with his equally infamous namesake, Michael. Now, if you know me personally, you know that I have as much use for Michael Bolton as I do for a third nipple. That being said, let us begin...

Michael entered the world of heavily programmed and monitored bullshit with much acclaim and fanfare, hyping him up as the NEXT BIG THING. John?? yep...

Michael startles all those that have heard him with his raspy, straining wail-like-a-banshee bellowing. John? yep...

Really bad hair? yep...

Big noses? yep...

Carrying on like you're all that and a bag of chips? yep...

Quickly lost admiration and support the more he opened his mouth? yep...

Creative output and ultimate legacy found at the bottom of the $1.99 bargain bins and music selling 7-11's? not yet...

kindest regards,

B

P.S. When you view the link (click on the title, silly), notice how Erskine Childers, outstanding Irish lad that he is, references the homeland in his summation of Bolton's "performance"...brilliant performance that it is, I might add.

P.P.S To dissuade any confusion regarding my last post's greeting to the Calgary gang, anyone that knows me should know that that was a sarcastic "get bent" and it was delivered with humour and warm fuzzies. You will know when I mean it...

P.P.S.S It is surely a sign of the Apocalypse when the title of a Michael Bolton song can sum up the overall opinion of countries that have been accused of "possessing Anti-American sentiments"...now THAT is a weapon of mass destruction...