I have a few words to say to Karl Rove, but I first must tell you that I am a Zen Progressive. This is both my political, and religious, affiliation ... and yes ... I know that I am the only one.
Mr. Rove,
I wish you only the best.
I want all the things for you that I want for myself.
I want you to be happy, to feel fulfilled, to have a safe and comfortable home life, and to be surrounded by people who care about you.
I want you feel that the work you do benefits all mankind, and that the people you affect are grateful to the extent that they can be.
I want you to feel safe, secure, and supported by the Universe.
I want you to feel love, and to be loved in return.
However ...
In another lifetime I
was a person like you, and that former self of mine would not express myself as I have done today.
No, that former self had no conception of the balance of the Universe, and knew only greed, and hate, and spite, and revenge, and drew comfort only from bringing down my imagined enemies ... much like you today.
If I were that former self today, I would have no compunction about tying each of your legs to pimped out Escalades and having the drivers attempt speed records in opposite directions ...
and we would call it "The Limberness Act of 2005."
I might also consider having Sven Horgstmundsen, five time world's strongest man contender, take a roll of 120 grit wet/dry sandpaper to you ... and when all your skin was removed ... two days later ... we would make sure you were comfortable by dabbing you with pads of fine steel wool, dipped in Tabasco® Brand Habanero sauce ...
and we might call that "Sensitivity Training."
I might consider hanging you from your legs, and after inserting a barbed wire funnel in your ass, pour in a gallon of 212 degree Drano ...
and that might be referred to as the "Comfortable Bowels Referendum."
I may also think about stripping you naked and tying you spread eagle to the ground, and then, after pouring peanut butter over your genitals I would then gently ...
oh so gently ...
release the wolverines ...
and this would, of course, be called "Abstinence Only Sex Education."
None of these thing will happen though, not by my hand at least, because I know that the Universe has balance, and what you project out into the Universe is returned to you many fold.
While I can imagine and express these things, they are NOT what I wish for you.
For you, I wish only the best.
So, my fellow being ... as you sow so shall you reap ... and when we meet again several hundred lifetimes from now, I'm sure you will tell me how sorry you are ...
but I have already forgiven you.