You have lost her, Mr. President.
My wife and I have been separated for a year. In politics, and politics only.
From the time you declared for the presidency, she supported you. She saw a new birth of American idealism. Someone in Washington she could trust. Change she could believe in.
I didn’t. I saw an opportunist, someone who was somehow a bit too glib and ingratiating. I saw a left-leaning politician with an underlying contempt for America.
We battled, Durrene and I. She stood me down that you were sincere, honest and able. She told me I was quick to criticize, even unfeeling and unappreciative. Excessively conservative, hidebound in my philosophy.
I didn’t yield. And she, in turn, remained unswerving in her loyalty.
Durrene is an intelligent woman. Patriotic. Idealistic. Informed on the issues. She charts her own course. I have always respected that and am proud of her. Still, we have had some very spirited partisan disagreements over you, your political gamesmanship, your claims that you have worked hard for the people of America.
There is no doubt you have worked hard. But my impression has been that much of this effort has gone to bend the core principles of the nation to your own designs. I have not subscribed to those objectives. Durrene has.
She stuck with you, undaunted, faithful to you and your administration. Until now. Until the Massachusetts Miracle that cut your audacious drive – shaped in secret – for a budget-busting, unworkable, unacceptable, misguided, behemoth health care debacle that was rushed through Congress – fast-tracked for the sake of blind-siding the American taxpayer.
Bad move, Mr. President. You smiled, schmoozed, placated, dodged, ducked, assured and reassured. You turned your hounds loose on us – Nancy Pelosi, Harry Reid, and other radical left-wing Democrats, whom you counted on to do your bidding. It was a dirty game. A scurrilous underhanded plot. And it almost worked.
But, even before Massachusetts blew up in your face, your loyal troops, including my wife, were getting restless. They’re not naïve. They knew something was up. They were gathering their courage to break ranks and desert a cause that had let them down hard.
The stampede of the disenchanted was a 9.0 political earthquake, centered in Boston, that brought down your carefully constructed, grotesque empire in a heartbeat.
The seat “owned” by the Kennedy dynasty for 47 years collapsed like shoddy housing in quake-ravaged Haiti. Real blood has been shed there. Political blood has been spilled here. And it will be awhile before we can get an accurate count of the dead, the maimed and the missing.
But many of these people are within your reach. You know their names. You recruited them to your team. They subscribed to your leftist agenda. They are your closest supporters, complicit in your deception. You know of their dishonesty and treachery. You cultivated it. You need it. Glory in it.
There will be much moaning and gnashing of teeth. The destruction will be staggering, and, on an earthbound political and personal scale, one of Biblical proportions. At least for those who subscribe to the Bible’s wisdom, guidance, warnings, and revelation of God’s will.
You reap what you sow, sir. Despite your high station in life, you are not spared this reality.
But, Mr. President, I will say to you sincerely that I believe America has been spared by Divine intervention. You have gone too far. You have had us on a path to destruction. You have ignored – even attacked and denied – the benevolent Providence that has hovered over our America, which was born a Christian nation, and remains so despite your assaults and cynicism.
The clouds have been gathering for some time. On January 19, 2010, the heavens broke open.
Scott Brown, conservative Republican – an appealing, modest Massachusetts state senator, made a stunning, improbable late charge and defeated the Democratic candidate you had personally endorsed, Democrat Martha Coakley, whose dismissive air of entitlement cost her dearly, giving America a new lease on life beyond the smothering influence of the clubby, liberal Democratic Party.
Oh, there will be protestations. There will be attempts to backtrack, revise history and quiet things down. This has already started.
Pelosi and Reid both say they hope to sneak a downscaled health farce through the Congress, shorn of just enough of its myriad objectionable features to be swallowed by the public. To which I say: Bring your deal-making out into the open. Flush your co-conspirators out of that dinghy back room and into the light. Bring on the prying eyes of C-Span. Better yet, make it Fox News. Or how about ESPN? HGTV? You get the idea.
You campaigned as the Champion of Change. Are the changes we now demand too much to ask? Honesty. Openness. Honor. Character. We all know the answer. Old habits die hard, don’t they?
So I have my wife back. I love and respect her. We have three grown sons, a grandchild, and will celebrate 50 years of wedded bliss later this year.
Mr. President, political reconciliation with my wife is not because of anything I did. I couldn’t convince her that you were not deserving of her trust and enthusiasm. You accomplished that yourself. You seem embarrassed by your own country. America is discovering that it should likewise be embarrassed by you.
All things will not be reconciled until Christ the Savior returns in triumph to the earth.
But Massachusetts and what happened there will suffice for now – and we should all be prayerfully grateful.
The long nightmare is over. We now know what we must do. God bless America.