Dear GOP: It’s Not Me, It’s You

I would like to preface this letter by saying that there will be no tears shed over this break up. It was a long time coming and I believe it to be in the best interest of both of us to go our separate ways.

You see, over the last few years I’ve witnessed drastic changes to your morals and your behavior. At first I didn’t want to believe that you had changed so much, that you had strayed so far from your beliefs, but the evidence is glaring and impossible to ignore. In my heart I know that you’re not the same as when we met; you’re not the leader I fell in love with, you’re the follower that you always despised.

Over time you turned on those who supported you, on those who just wanted what was best for you. You became blinded by greed and fell in with the wrong crowd. They filled your head with pretty words and fanciful ideas and lead you around like a dog on a leash. It hurt me deeply to watch you become something you’re not, but what could I do? Whenever I tried to talk to you, I got the cold shoulder. All of the sudden my opinion didn’t matter to you, because you had newer, flashier friends. I fell by the wayside like a broken toy.

You were supposed to be my protector. We stood hand-in-hand against evil until it consumed you. You bit the apple and it destroyed you from the inside out. But you still had the audacity to ask for my support and understanding, and I was naive enough to give it to you. I wanted to believe that there was still a modicum of goodness left in you; that there was a soul to be saved. The hope that I could help return you to your former glory was all that kept me going and when that hope faded, I knew it was over.

Here’s the bottom line: You’re out of luck, out of options and out of time. You did everything you could to be more popular, and in doing so, alienated any and every supporter you may have had. I can no longer stand faithfully by anyone whom I cannot trust. Your word no longer holds any weight and your promises are as hollow as an old oak tree. You will soon wither away to utter irrelevance and let me assure you, you will not be missed.

Sincerely,

Sierra Marlee