Plz note that the below is satire
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First draft of Miers withdrawal letter:
Dear Mr. President-
I’m out. Thanks for allowing me the opportunity to be publicly dissected while still alive.
At least I know what my own funeral’s going to be like.
Good luck to you and Turd Blossom on finding another patsy to run the Supreme Gantlet.
I want to turn this country back to the way it was 50 or 100 years as badly as you do, but I just can’t take this anymore.
I think we need to be apart for awhile, so I?m going to my Mother’s house to think about things for awhile.
The flowers were very nice of you, but I don’t want you to call, email, or message me anymore. Yes, we’re done. You remember the line from the Led Zeppelin song, When I whispered in her ear, I lost another friend.? Well, you did.
You won’t hear me say, It’s not you, it’s me., because that’s not true.
It IS you, not me.
Good luck with the rest of this week, the rest of your term, and the rest of your life.
Sincerely,
Harriet
PS. I want my records back.