Hey, Barack, Listen Up!!!

[NanceGreggs]

Not for nuthin’, my friend, but you’re not even in office yet – and you’re already screwin’ up BIG TIME.

All that talk on the campaign trail – bladidy blah, blah, blah, blah – about listening to the voice of We, The People, and you just go ahead – without so much as a by-your-leave – and start appointing folks to key positions in your administration.

Excuse me, but where was MY vote before you started offering jobs, willy-nilly? When was MY opinion sought before you decided to staff the White House as you – and apparently you alone – saw fit?

I don’t want to get all in-your-face about it, but I contributed to your campaign – and, if I’m not mistaken, that bought me a piece of the action.

I mean, what’s next? Deciding on your own what tie to wear on Inauguration Day? Writing your own inaugural address without my input? Choosing the First Dog without waiting for the results of canine-loving-Democrats opinion polls to be released?

You’ve got a God-damned nerve. It was my understanding – and please correct me, if I’m wrong – that you wouldn’t make a move without first checking-in with every last one of us – individually, one at a time – before you went with Daschle over Blitzen as Head Reindeer, before you even considered Clinton over Clark.

Good God, man, have you abandoned all of your principles? Don’t you KNOW you owe me? Don’t you realize that I never would have supported your candidacy if I hadn’t been led to believe that I alone would have the last word on everything you do?

Jesus H(ussein) Christ. Where are your morals?

I know you’re going to wake up hungry tomorrow morning. But if you’re even thinking about having breakfast before the two-eggs-over-easy versus pancakes-with-syrup survey results come in, you’re (rye, white, whole wheat, multi-grain, other – please specify) toast.

Yeah, yeah, we chose you to lead a nation – but NOT without our say-so every step along the way.

You obviously have some ‘splaining to do. So you damned well better pick up the phone when I call – and if I get put on hold, you can just kiss 2012 goodbye.

Ingrate.