Dr. Strangelove

Dear Mr. President,

“Power corrupts. Absolute power corrupts absolutely.” The power of life and death is absolute. Good and Evil are absolutes. I believe in free will, that each of us has a choice between good and evil and I believe that what you see as good, I see as evil. God said, “Thou shalt not kill.” Jesus said, “Love your enemies.” He also said, “whosoever shall smite thee on thy right cheek, turn to him the other also.” You have been depicted by your admirers as a moral man making tough moral decisions but I see a man who chooses to assassinate an American citizen without trial in violation of both international law and the Constitution and says it was an easy call. I see a man who orders the assassination of an alleged al Qaeda leader knowing his wife and family members will also be killed in the attack—innocent victims, a war crime—and has no qualms about ordering the assassins to “take the shot.” I see a man who puts teenage children on his kill list, a man who wages illegal shadow wars in countries we are not at war with, whose borders we violate every day and every night in violation of international law, to murder alleged militants in ‘signature strikes’, not even knowing who these people are except that they’re acting “suspiciously,” and having no second thoughts about it. I see a man who counts every military-age male (and female) in a ‘kill zone’ as a militant, an immediate threat to the United States, and seems to believe that fiction. I see a man who, just in the past week, ordered drone attacks on a mosque, a funeral procession and at least two secondary strikes on rescuers coming to the aid of victims of a first strike. These are war crimes, Mr. President, violations of the Geneva Conventions, international law and basic human rights. They are acts of cold-blooded murder. They are acts of evil. You have lost your way. You have lost touch with reality and your own humanity. You have become what Mitt Romney called you, Dr. Strangelove. You are no longer your mother’s son; you are no one’s son. You are a spawn of the devil, one of the four horsemen of the Apocalypse, dealing death and destruction in your path. You have tasted power and blood and become drunk on it. How will you answer to your god? How will you answer to all those souls you killed? How will you answer to your own soul? I tremble at the thought of four more years of you in the White House. Dear God, have mercy and deliver us from this Evil that we have visited on ourselves.