Dear Senator Boxer

letters

to senator boxer

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from senator boxer

| her first letter back |

related

| to: jon carroll | matt’s letters: 1, 2, 3 | response to matt: 1 | jeev’s letter: 1 |

plans

oh yes. big, big plans.

things i’ve asked senator boxer to do, a list

  1. raise your hand
  2. make a speech
  3. stand on your desk
  4. hold up a sign
  5. wave a flag
  6. buy a doll
  7. shed a tear
  8. stomp your feet
  9. sing a song
  10. tap out morse code
  11. write a letter
  12. have some hope
  13. do a good deed
  14. pet a dog
  15. yell
  16. put your left foot in
  17. shake it all about
  18. swear
  19. kiss a baby
  20. buy a t-shirt
  21. make some candy
  22. make a community board post
  23. start a weblog
  24. find some information
  25. demand that president bush sit in front of a joint session of congress to answer a very basic question: what the fudge were you doing
  26. and then hold him accountable

about

point

write a series of letters to ca senator barbara boxer requesting that she raise her hand in the senate and ask president bush to attend a joint, televised session of congress to answer questions about his statements and actions leading up to the invasion of Iraq.  and then hold him accountable.

faq

q. do you hate senator boxer?
a. nope. i don’t. in fact, i’d like to see her re-elected. again and again.

q. do you always have such a potty mouth?
a. nope. it’s usually worse.

q. are you going to keep doing this?
a. yes.

q. even if president bush gets cowboy-booted out of office in november?
a. yes. that would be letting him off easy. he should do at least as much time as martha.

q. you’ve switched to fudge. why?
a. it appears that “fuck,” as delightful a rhetorical device as it is, may be getting in the way of a response. i can’t have that.

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