Dear Rahm Emanuel,

You are quoted as saying that the strategy of the liberal groups with whom you have so little in common, is “fucking retarded.”

Once again you show all the verbal finesse of an emotionally retarded stunted, eight-year-old boy enamored of fart jokes and bathroom humor. Not to worry. These days you’re in good company.

As usual, you managed to insult and denigrate those members of your party with whom you don’t agree and you chose to do so using language intended to marginalize and ridicule the less politically powerful among us. I’m surprised you didn’t say, “Eww, that’s so gay.” Isn’t that what juvenile boys say when providing their “manhood” creds?

Let’s move on to your disregard for and apparent disgust with, all things, liberal. Does this ring any bells for you?

“But if by a ‘Liberal’ they mean someone who looks ahead and not behind, someone who welcomes new ideas without rigid reactions, someone who cares about the welfare of the people — their health, their housing, their schools, their jobs, their civil rights, and their civil liberties — someone who believes we can break through the stalemate and suspicions that grip us in our policies abroad, if that is what they mean by a ‘Liberal,’ then I’m proud to say I’m a ‘Liberal.’” John F. Kennedy

What, Mr. Emanuel, would you have said to the late President Kennedy? How would you have responded to his description of liberal? Would you have called it “retarded,” too? Would you have said a strategy that addresses “the welfare of the people — their health, their housing…” is “fucking retarded”? Would you? Would you have had the nerve to say such to President Kennedy?

You’ll notice I said ‘nerve’ and not ‘balls’ there. I know the frat-boy-wanna-be crowd, of which you are obviously a part, tends toward those tough-sounding macho-man adjectives that equate strength and persistence with male body parts. Some of us watching what we affectionately call the Clusterfuck on the Hill, would prefer you actually show some strength and persistence rather than wasting the time to equate it with a body part which apparently looms larger than life in your adolescent minds.

You’re a street thug, Mr. Emanuel. A posturing, immature, petty, vindictive street thug. Did you really take a knife and jam it into a table top? The only thing you’re missing is an incorrectly worn flight suit to display your macho creds. How manly. How tough. How pathetic.

This country has just barely survived eight very long years of small-minded, petty, street thugs parading around the White House attempting to compensate for their short-comings. In doing so, they allowed an attack on US soil, they invaded a sovereign nation, and they damned near killed capitalism single-handedly.

Mr. Emanual, take your street thug theatrics, your juvenile angst for never having been a frat-boy, and your school-yard linguistic skills, and shove them all where the sun don’t shine.