Listen, we have to talk. This arranged marriage between us never worked out. When I got into this mess, I was young and naïve. And as an orphaned bride in the new world, I was powerless and desperate. But let’s face it, we were always two very different people and we both wanted different things in life. In reality the only thing we had in common was we lived next door to each other. But convenience alone doesn’t make for a good marriage.
Like many young brides, I hoped you might change. Sadly, I was wrong. Instead you’ve gotten much worse with age as your Harper face reveals. Now whenever I look at you, I see George Bush or Ronnie Reagan or Margaret Thatcher or Barry Goldwater. Let’s face it, the Thrill is Gone.
At night when you come home, your breath reeks of war and corporatism and imperialism. And you hide things from me all the time. Things I have a right to know as your spouse. And you are getting more violent with each passing day. All this talk of more unregistered guns for everyone scares the crap out of me. Your crazy shopping sprees have gotten out of hand, what with $30 billion wasted on F-35 Fighter Jets without engines - who would mortgage our children's education for such boy's toys? And what about compassion? All you want to do is build more US style jails and put my children into them.
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