An Open Letter to Taliban Steve

Dear Steve (you jerk),


It is with dismay and disgust that I write these words.

I thought you were a leader cut from a different clothe. Your cold steel blue gaze that suggests a disregard for humanity, your tight-scripted signature on the letter promoting Albertan separatism, your campaigning on accountability and transparency while muzzling your own members, the allure of your economist background without ever having practiced what you preached – all this said that you were a man that would lead this nation and to hell with everyone else.

Now I see that you are a fraud. You are nothing more than the NDP in the slow lane. You are simply doing good things for populist reasons.

You were not suppose to care about people! You only cared about taxpayers. Huge government debts simply show how ineffective government is, right? Therefore, taxpayers like me are in the best position to judge how much extra beer and popcorn can be bought with tax savings.

Then you went all NDP on us and promised that our troops would be out of Afghanistan in a determined period. You were in the middle of an election so it was okay to hide your true motives. Then you agreed with the NDP to provide increase Employment Insurance benefits to the self-employed. Okay – this hurt, but it was a small thing and was used just to show how weak the Liberals are on social change. But now you are going to sided with world leaders and negotiate with the Taliban to end the conflict? This is preposterous! How dare you let peace get in the way of a good military stand-off.

I spent the last four years on blogs, twitter, and the commentary sections of the Globe and Mail and the National Post ridiculing “Taliban Jack”. Now you are telling me that Jack Layton was right!!! (See how incredulous I am – I used three exclamation marks!!!)

This having to negotiate to end the conflict is ludicrous. If a drunk at a bar spills his drink on your girl, you punch him out. It is as simple as that. The Taliban are the drunk, the United States is the girl and we are the testosterone filled meat head. You don’t accept an apology, an offer of a free drink, nor do you talk to him and send him on his way. You punch him out.

Instead, you want to talk to the Taliban to solve the problem. I find this ridiculous. For that I will now dub you “Taliban Steve” and see how you like that!

No longer your friend,

Wheatsheaf

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