Dear Mr. Bush,

Your eight years in office are finally over. I sometimes wonder how you look back on the long time you've spent attempting to rule a nation. Do you look back on it with pride, convinced of the foolish notion that you have done the right thing, and do you still sleep well at night?

The point is, Mr. Bush, that I believe you've really tried to make this work. Really, I do. I am sorry to say that it didn't work. I regret to announce that I feel absolutely astonished about how an attempt to rule a country has turned into the great feat of ruining several countries -- including your own -- instead. I have got to express my wonder at how one man can change the course of so many families, of so many political ways, of so many futures... and still be able to live day after day with the fact that nothing was changed for the better.

Your time was already up after four years. I have no idea how 59 million people still managed to vote for you. It must really have been some kind of miracle. Now that another four years have passed, I think it is safe to say that you have really shaped my teenage years in a most remarkable way. It's almost like another miracle.

You have singlehandedly managed to convince a young woman of the fact that some people simply do not have the required intelligence for anything resembling finesse or peaceful negotiations. You have made me weep at the prospect of war, death and hatred like no other man has ever managed to do. You have made me laugh, many times, like the time when you patted a foreign queen on the back, couldn't get out of a room, made the most idiotic remarks known to mankind and produced facial expressions I didn't even know were possible to make. You have made me shake my head with compassion for all of the people that fell victim to your reign of terror on your nation. I would write this letter to no one else but you, because nobody else deserves to know just how much their mistakes and their stupid actions have made me scream at the television with rage and made me swear bitterly that change needed to come before it all fell to pieces.

Now that your time in office is over, I feel at peace with the world again. Change has come and I welcome it with open arms, because nobody else could ever be such a bad president as you have been. I believe in the good type of miracles again now that I am no longer confronted with the bad ones.

Thank you for the laughter and for the great example concerning how to not lead the human race into an age of love and light. I am sorry to say you won't be missed.

Wishing you the power to finally come to terms with every little stupid thing you've done,

- Europa.