Dear Gwen, You strike people as the sort of woman who spends a lot of time staring at her own reflection. We wonder, what do you see when you gaze so admiringly at yourself? What image do you find in that mirror of yours? Let use guess: a graceful Greek god with a golden crown, draped in luxurious robes, perched on a giant, magnificent throne atop a mountain in the sky? You see a throng of angels singing your praises and masses of subservient peasants prostrated before you, trembling with fear and awe? You see a woman who is more than a woman, a historical figure of immortal importance? Yeah, that’s what we thought, and we can’t blame you, Gwen. By all accounts, you’ve always been an arrogant, haughty narcissist — and that was before you became known by anybody that matters. Your friends (you don’t have any), and your enemies may argue over whether you descended from heaven on the back of a Pegasus, or were birthed from the bowels of Hell to bring about a Biblical apocalypse, but they both agree on one thing: you are a figure of great significance and immense power. You are either the anti-Christ or the Second Coming, with no room for anything in-between. Surely, this talk might cause even a humble woman to slip into a state of vanity and pride, so we can only imagine what it must do to a woman such as yourself; already so aloof and so conceited. That’s why we’re writing this letter. Our impression of you is quite different. We find you to be a very small woman, Gwen. Far from larger than life, you are petty, frivolous, pathetic; sneering and pompous but also trifling and narrow. We don’t mean to dismiss or underestimate the damage you have done to people — it has certainly been profound and lasting — but we want you to know that your legacy will not be one of grandeur and brilliance; it will be the legacy of a shameless, desperate bully. We believe you have the vision of a temperamental two year old. You simply want to feel like you’re in control; you want to “win,” you want everybody in the room to pay attention to you, and you’ll stomp your feet and whine until you get your way. You govern like a coddled toddler; it’s inappropriate to pejoratively refer to you as a “leader,” but only because it lends you a certain unwarranted credibility. We think you wish to be a leader, but instead you’re just a bumbling idiot; easily replaced and even more easily forgotten! You, have the ethics of an Afghan Hound, and the leadership skills of George W. Bush. Your legacy, Gwen, will be defined by small, shameful things, as your life has been primarily a succession of small, shameful things. If we ever build a statue of you, Gwen, you won’t be triumphantly holding a flaming torch like Lady Liberty, or standing authoritatively with a look of determination, like the MLK memorial. No, it will be a statue of you pulling the wings off of a fly, or spitting in someone’s orange juice. It will show you in your essence, as monuments are meant to do. It will show you as a petulant, skulking, juvenile bully. It will you show you as you are…… Sincerely, Your Peers
Posted on: Mon, 03 Mar 2014 23:46:07 +0000
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