Dear Mr. VP,
Here are some of my recent jams:
I like plans. I like a time, a place, a person/people, an activity. I want to know where I’m going to be and when. I want a concrete list of things to do, and I want to check them off as I go along. I want to know if someone likes me, or not, if I’m doing well at work, or not, and if George R.R. Martin is going to finish the next two GoT books, or not because he’s dead.
I was pondering all this for several reasons today, but in part because I read an article about how folks would like you to be president instead of 45. They’d like 46.
Frankly, I find the idea of you as president to be horrifying.
But there’s a certain appeal. I know what you’re going to do — kill PP, nominate hella right wing judges, keep trans people from going in public with any sense of comfort, slash budgets, etc., but maybe not engage us in nuclear war with North Korea or accuse Obama of wiretapping you or publically brag about raping people, all those things that are really keeping us on our toes and awake at night.
And much like I’d appreciate knowing whether I have a date tomorrow night so that I can make alternate plans if I don’t (i.e. bringing my book to a bar after I find a place that will sell me raw oysters, which I’ve been craving for some reason), I’d appreciate having your set agenda. That said, I’m not in several of the groups that would be in hideous danger because of your social agenda, which means I’m saying this from a place of significant privilege. That also said, all those groups are in hideous danger now. Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself; (I am large, I contain multitudes.)
Actually what I’d really appreciate is a do-over.