An open letter to the man behind the curtain. by D.R. Starr II
(centrist)
Sunday, January 3, 2010
I don't know your name, we haven't been introduced. I would say this to your face, but, like the coward you are, you stay in the shadows. But let me introduce myself to you, My name is: "Don Ray Starr II". Names are a curious thing, Some People treasure a name, others almost worship them, and still others couldn't care less, one way, or the other. It all comes down to perspective.
I could not, nor would I want to see things from your perspective. I feel sorry for you, I pity you. You are, a small minded, psychopathic, cannibalistic, ego-maniacal, homicidal, sadistic, megalomaniac with delusions of grandeur. I'm sure that you know this, and you just don't care. Because, you are also narcissistic. (yes, I had to use spell check for all those words.)
Since I don't know your name, and since I have never met you, I don't know even what gender you are, or, how many there are of you. I will call you Abaddon, because you are the Destroyer.
I didn't get a formal education, perhaps, that's why, I see you have no clothes. I have had some wonderful teachers, and some interesting class rooms, and some of the subjects even you, with your enlightened, and illuminated intelligence could not understand. Don't get me wrong, I'm pro-education, just not indoctrination. And, I would die before I would call another man Master.
You tell your buddy about the "killing you made on that deal in Africa", as you step over a body to enter your building, (alive or dead you don't think twice.) Once inside you tell your assistant to, "call sanitation or whatever to collect that garbage out front, that you almost tripped over, and besides it's bad for business". Scrooge was a saint compared to you, You little man on the stairs.
You have more money than you could give away in a life time, even if it were like a drunken sailor on liberty. Man will have died out and your heirs will still have money. Your appetite is insatiable, You wander too and fro, seeking whom you may devour.
You can justify, as you will, and dismiss this as just another bitter loser whining. But you're wrong, dead wrong, because, Just as, I with you, you could not, nor would you want, to see things from my Perspective. Therefore you are never going to be able to understand why I feel sorry for you. I take comfort in that.
Oh, I've seen and met some of those who do your bidding, most of the time I find them humorous, the way they scurry about, I would really enjoy the laugh, if what you do wasn't so tragic. Your economic slaves and servants, your politicians, judges, attorneys, your little mindless yes men, muttering to themselves how dirty they feel, and in too deep to get out, your laborers who you pay next to nothing, rob their pension, and work them until they can't work any more, and then take away their healthcare. Yes, you are a callous one. I know your signature, you always leave your mark.
You were at Waterloo, St. Petersburg too, You were in Berlin, in Rome fidleing away, In a theater with the marquis "Fords", You were there in Dallas, The Ambassador too. Yes you have been around a very long time, all throughout history you and your kind. So, I'll Pray for you, Like a book I read said, and may heaps of hot Fiery coals, fall upon your head.
I'm Just Say'n
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