A Plea From Our Chiseler-In-Chief...

A letter I received in an email; supposedly penned by "The One," himself... (with comments by yours truly, in bold)...

Leo --

I come into this election with clear eyes.
(Translation: "I see the ass-whoopin' that's a-comin'")

I am proud of all we have achieved together, but I am mindful of all that remains to be done.
(Translation: "I'm not, by any stretch of the imagination, finished with my quest to destroy this country").

I know some out there are frustrated by the pace of our progress. I want you to know I'm frustrated, too.
(Translation: "I actually wanted single payer socialized medicine by now").

But with so much riding on the outcome of this election, I need everyone to get in this game.
(Translation: "Hey--all you mind-numbed footsoldiers--where the hell are you now?")

Neither one of us is here because we thought it would be easy. Making change is hard. It's what we've said from the beginning. And we've got the lumps to show for it.
(Translation: "It's hard bein' a pimp")

The fight this fall is as critical as any this movement has taken on together. And if we are serious about change, we need to fight as hard as we ever have.

The very special interests who have stood in the way of change at every turn want to put their conservative allies in control of Congress. And they're doing it with the help of billionaires and corporate special interests underwriting shadowy campaign ads. (George Soros and the SEIU are of course, excepted).

If they succeed, they will not stop at making our work more difficult -- they will do their best to undo what you and I fought so hard to achieve.
(Yes, bringing back our nation from the brink of destruction will take some time).

There is no better time for you to start fighting back -- a fellow grassroots supporter has promised to match, dollar for dollar, whatever you can chip in today.
(Hmmm... a perusal of the donation site doesn't say just who that "fellow traveller err.. astroturf err.. grassroots supporter" is. Talk about 'shadowy.')

Please donate $3 -- and see who wants you to re-commit to this movement.
(Personally, I wouldn't piss on you if you were on fire, but I digress)

Now-- this is where "The One" desperately pines for the "Glory Days:

I know that sometimes it feels like we've come a long way from the hope and excitement of the inauguration, with its "Hope" posters and historic crowds on the National Mall.

I will never forget it. But it was never why we picked up this fight.

I didn't run for president because I wanted to do what would make me popular. And you didn't help elect me so I could read the polls and calculate how to keep myself in office.

You and I are in this because we believe in a simple idea -- that each and every one of us, working together, has the power to move this country forward. (Yes, forward, forward toward that train wreck up ahead)

We believed that this was the moment to solve the challenges that the country had ignored for far too long.

That change happens only from the bottom up. That change happens only because of you.

So I need you to fight for it over the next 26 days. I need your time. I need your commitment. And I need your help to get your friends and neighbors involved.

If you bring in a new donor today, your $3 donation will become $6. And our Vote 2010 campaign will have twice the resources to make important investments like putting staff on the ground, providing materials for volunteers, and turning out millions of voters come Election Day.

Please donate $3 -- and renew your commitment today:

https://donate.barackobama.com/OctoberMatch

If we meet this test -- if you, like me, believe that change is not a spectator sport -- we will not just win this election. In the years that come, we can realize the change we are seeking -- and reclaim the American dream for this generation.

Thank you for being a part of it,

President Barack Obama (pbuh, Hmm-Hmm-Hmm)

Oh, how the mighty have fallen. Once universally loved, "The One" is now reduced to begging for attention and relevance like a two-bit bum brandishing a squeegee.

Gotta love it.