Your True Colors Shining Through

Senator John McCain
241 Russell Senate Office Building
Washington, D.C. 20510
202.224.2235

Dear John,

I've a few things I must get off my chest, darling. We used to be so close but now it's as if we're strangers. We don't talk anymore. It's a shame because you once seemed so very, very understanding, and I had such hope you might be different from all the others. Ah, the thought of you in a leather jacket and a fit of righteous pique still gives me that tingly feeling. Alas, my love, it's over between us. It's not you - it's me. When I say it's me, I really mean it's you. You and Jerry Falwell. You and George Bush. You and Karl Rove. I've taken a long look at myself, and of course I'm smokin' hot. My sweet, you and your friends have got to go. Take your things, darling. I won't change my mind. A gal's got to know when to cut her losses.

I wish we didn't have to do this in writing. You know I'd prefer we didn't, but every time I think of you my lip curls reflexively and it's ruining my kissably fresh lipstick.

Air kiss,
Princess Tata