Dear Mr. Bush,

You made me feel like a war criminal. You wrecked my health with the lies about toxic air at the World Trade Center rescue site and, as a result, my grandchildren will be feeling the financial devastation you caused my family. You invaded an innocent country and have killed countless people. You neglected our troops, downtown New York, New Orleans. And your so-called stewardship of the economy has now broken millions of Americans and people around the world.

There is a ranchero song in Spanish entitled "Rata de dos patas" or "Two-legged rat." This describes you. The lyrics are below.

Sincerely,

A good American citizen

Dear Mr. Bush:

When the Florida vote was under dispute and it seemed certain that your father's Supreme Court would step in and appoint you to the job, I remarked to a roomful of colleagues that your presidency wouldn't be worth the proverbial bucket of warm feces. It was one of the best predictions I have ever made.