You are the first, but you are not our best. I know this with certainty, there are others with greater integrity and deeper loyalties – it is difficult to miss them among your repute.
You deliver promises from a podium and smile kindly at the masses. I see a facade, I watch body language, I follow the money. Your words and warmth are alien compared to your deeds and transactions.
You have shattered a ceiling, but you have not fooled me. I watched you keep the one who betrayed you so you could break that glass. In doing so you betrayed yourself and each of your sisters, including your own daughter.
You may have seen this coming a long way off, for you have planned, colluded, devised, manipulated, coerced, and twisted yourself into this role. Methinks it looks like Cinderella’s shoe forced upon the foot of one of the ugly stepsisters: contorted, deformed, repulsive.
You will revel in the moment, claim a solid victory, and think the world astounded. But history will bring justice and reality will reveal: The moment is artificial. The victory, merely a shell – like a hollow chocolate bunny.
I cannot concede this milestone, it is marred and scarred with the illness of selfish motives. It is clouded from the pollution of the process you employed. It is weighed heavy with the baggage you bring. It is tainted by your dishonesty and false propositions.
You may be first, but we are not a better nation for it.