Dear Mr. President (Again)

To: The Office of the President of the United States

Fax: 202.456.2461

From: Robert Sandy and Family

Fax: 224.218.2254


15 July 2009

Mr. President,

I am writing to express my extreme dissatisfaction with your continued mishandling and borderline mistreatment of Secretary of State Hillary Clinton. My entire family were ardent supporters of Secretary Clinton's during the primaries, but happily, enthusiastically even, transferred our support to you once it was clear that she lost the nomination. It was an amazing thing for every Democrat to behold your mutual truce and budding friendship after the nomination process was completed. But, we are learning now that this was all a formula cooked up by the likes of Rahm Emmanuel and others in order to sideline Secretary Clinton. I, well we, my mother and partner in particular, are sickened to learn of these internal machinations. And we grow increasingly angry by your intentional marginalization of the only other Democrat in the world with a name that means anything at home or abroad.

Couple your treatment of her with your continued missteps with the economy, gay issues, and international situations, particularly the Iranian question, and we are finding ourselves less and less enthusiastic about your Presidency. It is sad for me to write that since I stood in Grant Park bawling like a child the night you won. I hate to have that feeling diminished, and so quickly.

If things do not change I promise you there is going to be a grass roots effort to undermine your reelection bid. Your brazen misogynistic approach to the woman who almost became President, despite her working hard and loyally for you, says much about your character Mr. President, and none of it good.

Cheers,
Robert Sandy

Below you will find links to several prominent articles highlighting my points here

http://www.thedailybeast.com/blogs-and-stories/2009-07-13/obamas-other-wife-1/

http://news.aol.com/article/hillary-clintons-foreign-policy-clout/572211

http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/washington/2009/07/hillary-clinton-after-weeks-on-sidelines-retakes-foreign-policy-lead-with-warning-to-iran.html

Poetic Interludes: Doggerel or Dependency Dirges

We be.

I will not be caught again so easily

A million light years from my home

Crushed by your mendaciousness

I am happy enough to fly alone

Back, back, I retrace my tracks

Lessons learned and learned again

I break up my own divisions

Yet, I am not so much a broken man

Silly words for silly poems

Too esoteric for the rest

Uneven rhythms chaotic rhymes

Only punctuate the mess

But time is cruel and she is pretty

And when stars again we be

I will shine out all the brighter

Next to the dimness of your screed

Hope will howl.

Midnight: and there is no howling.

Loosed among the violent tendrils of my obscure cognitions,

they, these bright fears,

are like heated vapor in my hand,

or sometimes gum at the bottom of my soul.

Pinched, I wait.

Hope, in all of its redundant solitude, will come soon—rushing.

It will clamor.

But will it bellow, or will it roar?

No. It will howl: hope will howl.

Midnight: I await the howling.

Song for R.H.

There is no more us or we to doubt.

There are no more hating things to shout

There is no more afterglow left glowing.

There is only little me, knowing.

All of those little things you used to bring

Seem far less precious, now, to me

All of those scars are now just skin

Covered over with my own sin

Yea, begone those sorrows of yesterdays

Chose to lash them all away

Like a cancer I have bled through

Fractured cycles in my rear view

And I congratulate your lying

And I congratulate your drugs

And I congratulate your scheming

And I congratulate your mom

Do you they make you think you won?

Allow this carnage you have wrote

To erase your need for retort

Yea, let it stand as it should stand

Such just summation of your brand

No.

There is no you left here to find

There is no you to steal my time

There are no tears for you left showing

There is only me and my knowing.

All words and artwork by Robert Sandy except "Family in Black and White" by Melbourne Beebe. All rights are reserved by Robert Sandy and no part of the above words or artworks may be reprinted, used, or otherwise borrowed without express written consent from Robert Sandy.