Editor,
Mr. Cotton, I watched you make a mockery of the Senate Intelligence Committee on June 13, 2017 when you pretended to interrogate Jeff Sessions. Could you be any more obvious, Senator – cracking jokes and exchanging small talk about spy novels, all the while cozying up to your buddy, Mr. Sessions?
Let me share another novel with you about a young man from Arkansas who rises to power quickly. He forgets that power is a gift largely due to the privilege of growing up in a great country, a privilege that afforded him essential opportunities denied to others.
He is corrupted by his own insatiable greed and develops a close alliance with a malignantly narcissistic president while maintaining a blind eye and deaf ear to the rest of humanity. And all the while he pretends he is just a character in some outlandish story. He is disingenuous to his core and secretly votes to destroy health care for millions of people. Many suffer and thousands die. He goes down in history as a condemned traitor.
But hey, this is only fiction right? We can laugh about it over Scotch and water, watching video clips of you alongside the megalomaniac president you are so fond of, no?
But I am not laughing, Tom. Neither are millions of others just like me. My life is a never-ending nightmare from which I never awaken. Far removed from the fairy tale existence of your own small life.
Kathy Martone