Dear inGlorious Mrs. A

Dear inGlorious Mrs. A,

I shall be blunt and not call you President; or worse, Madame, your honour, excellency, or whatever that builds your ego.

I would not call you MY president because MY president is a leader who emulates his/her maker--Christ. You are a hypocrite. If you were in the sermon on the mount, and Jesus gave 5000 loaves of bread, you would probably have taken the 4999, and leave the last one with Christ, for you are not greedy at all. You would probably do this out of pity, as he has nothing to eat, so you give him a slice. Because I'm sure, you are a God-fearing woman. Perhaps not now, not while you're still in power, not while you are still alive; You will fear death when it is near, but after you have lived your lavish life of entitlement. Perhaps when you're one hundred and seventy-eight. God only takes his children home when they are good. And you dear GM-A, are not. Have you not learned anything from kindergarden?

MY president shares this last bread for supper, even if he/she were that hungry, from a whole day of working and preaching under the sun, knowing that another one is hungrier.

Because MY president should be someone who will walk with me and help my carry my cross; not one who would pay someone to carry my cross for me, or worse, have me silenced for wailing too much.

Oh dear president, you, are not that greedy at all.