Dear Mr. President and Gov. Romney,
I have been thinking about you both a lot recently while showering.
As I soap my body and reflect upon my day, I suddenly think, “How awkward would it be if the next president ordered a drone strike on me at this very moment?”
I chuckle at the absurdity of this thought and continue to arduously scrub the homo off my body, as I do every night in homage to the Republican Party.
Governor, that last part was a joke, but I am serious about the uncomfortable feeling I have about both yours and the president’s intentions of drone striking me.
Will I have time to put my clothes on before being blown to bits? Will the fortified water all Americans shower in protect me from the caustic drone chemicals? Will I ever see Malia grow up to play Michelle in the Lifetime movie, “Michelle: The Untold Story”?
These are the questions that make me awkwardly curl up into a duck-and-cover position in a dorm shower stall in hopes that the 1950s tactics for nuclear defense will save me from the War on Terror.
On Monday, I had the privilege of hearing you both ever so briefly discuss the importance of ordering drone strikes in countries like Pakistan to secure the safety of the American people.
I ask to both of you, “What about the safety of the world’s people?” If we take credit, as both of you did on Monday, for supporting democracy and peace abroad, should we not avoid at all costs murdering civilians?