Dear Representative Frank,
I know I'm not your type, and honestly, I don't go for big white guys. But I love your ability to speak your mind and this morning when I read this in the news about your encounter with a woman carrying a "Hitler Obama" sign, I fell in love with you. I quote from the article:
"On what planet do you spend most of your time?" Frank asked the woman, who had stepped up to the podium at a southeastern Massachusetts senior center to ask why Frank supports what she called a Nazi policy.
"Ma'am, trying to have a conversation with you would be like trying to argue with a dining room table. I have no interest in doing it," Frank replied.
He continued by saying her ability to deface an image of the president and express her views "is a tribute to the First Amendment that this kind of vile, contemptible nonsense is so freely propagated."
My heart skipped a beat! (I'd have that checked out, but I've no health insurance.) I knew at that moment I wanted to have your smart, outspoken babies. But I know we both have men in our lives and those commitments, though they are not legal or accepted in all the states, are too dear to us.
Perhaps in the next lifetime, Representative Frank, we will meet and together refuse to play the games ofÂ the willfully ignorant who seek only to obstruct progress and have no solutions to offer. Perhaps by then, all Americans will have the peace of mind knowing a health crisis won't ruin them and they can expect to maintain their health without worrying about the cost.
Very sincerely yours,