An Open Letter to John McCain
Oct 08
Dear John McCain,
Since when did you become my friend? I really wish that you would stop referring to me and the rest of America as “my friends”. You don’t know us. We ain’t never kicked it together.
You think you can just throw around the term “my friends” all willy nilly and you have never even picked up the tab at a bar for me and my crew, attended one of my Christmas parties, or high-fived me at a sporting event? My bad dawg, I forgot you can’t raise your arms any further than your waist.
But the point is, you don’t know America. You are so far out of touch in even trying to get to know the middle class, which are the ones who are struggling to make it day to day in the midst of this economic crisis. So stop saying “my friends” if you can’t truly be my friend.
Sincerely yours,
Nikki
“My bad dawg, I forgot you can’t raise your arms any further than your waist.” – LMAO!!! That was cold Nikki…
Thought it was just me with the whole ‘arms like a Raptor’ issue. I was feeling the exact same way, Nik. “You’re not my phuckin’ friend! Stop already”!
I was trying really heard to grasp why he was talking to all of them as if they were my son’s age. Like “nooooo the bad man wants to cut jobs for your mommies and daddies and raise all of our taxes on us rich bitc–…I mean YOU. we don’t want that…do we?…boys and girls? Can you say Fannie Mae? I knew thatcha could”.
LOL! this is classic. i hate that phrase too. dude you aren’t my friend….more your servant if you had your way!
you mean he isn’t joe sixpack? i’m crushed.
Nikki, you are too funny! But seriously, I feel where you’re coming from.
Amen to that!
The “my friends” phrase bothered me too. I thought it was just me. Apparently not.
Well said. Put my name on that letter too.
Word! He is SOOO NOT my friend!!!