The Rude Pundit writes his "Dear Barack" letter:
We've had some good times over the last few years. Hell, 2008 was one of the most hopeful times in my life. Remember all those rallies and adoring crowds? God, it was wild. I didn't think I could keep up with you; you were so intense, so passionate. But once we started living together, things changed....
You started to take me for granted. Almost immediately your eye started to wander. When we'd go out, I'd always think, "I'll be he's looking over there at that table to the right." You told me not to worry about it. You said that I was still your heart and soul.
You made promises you never kept, Barack. And it's not as if you ever apologized for breaking them. You'd say that we would climb mountains together, but you decided that you'd rather go hunting. "In the future, we'll climb mountains, don't worry," you told me. "We can't afford it right now." But somehow, you always found the money for other things....You said we would build a house. Instead, you got us a trailer. You told me to be happy with a trailer....
I'm sure many of my friends will be upset. "What are you going to do now?" they'll say. "You're not going to date Mitt or Michele, are you?" What that implies is that I should settle, that I should compromise myself and my dreams just to keep us together. No one deserves that kind of power. And they never considered a third option between staying with you and being with someone else. They never considered that I could just be alone....
Funny, but emotionally true.
And "alone" doesn't mean we won't be hanging with friends old and new who remember who we are and aren't afraid to speak up for us and have our backs when the going gets tough.