We Get Letters...
The President and I are pretty tight. He keeps in touch every week or so. He left an answering machine message back in October (I wasn't home to take the call - drats!).
Mostly he writes though. He sends photos, requests for money, calendars, requests for money, Christmas cards, requests for money.
So when I opened an 8 1/2' by 11' envelope yesterday I figured fundraising. Instead it was an invitation, and it was purtied up better than most wedding invites. It had that thin little tissue paper thingie they put before very important invitations. And it had that caliography thing going on, requesting the honor of my presence at the inauguration of George and somebody named "Dick Bruce Cheney". Bruce?
Anyways I asked my wife if we were busy this weekend. Which we are, unfortunately. But I looked at the invitation again and there's a clause in smaller print which reads "this is not an admission to any inaugural events". What in tarnation? Just what have I been invited to then? I looked carefully and there was no address. How can I be invited somewhere without there being a where? Further review found that I'd been invited to the "City of Washington". I guess I'll walk around Dupont Circle with my invitation at the ready.
What is really funny about this piece of mail is that anyone takes it seriously enough such that the RNC or whoever would spend money on it. Is there anyone so desperate as to feel important or loved because of this? On the one hand I'm envious of anyone who can fall for a ruse like this. (Though on the down side, they might think Nigerian scammers open their hearts to them.) But though I'm a Red Stater I wasn't born yesterday. I know about the autopen. And they obviously spent a lot of money on it, which is disturbing. They are spenders, aren't they?
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