Dear President Obama,
You don’t know my telephone number, but I
hope your staff is busy trying to find it. Ever since you called Sandra
Fluke after Rush Limbaugh called her a slut, I figured I might be
next. You explained to reporters you called her because you were
thinking of your two daughters, Malia and Sasha. After all, you didn’t
want them to think it was okay for men to treat them that way:
of the things I want them to do as they get older is engage in issues
they care about, even ones I may not agree with them on,” you said. “I
want them to be able to speak their mind in a civil and thoughtful way.
And I don’t want them attacked or called horrible names because they’re
being good citizens.”
And I totally agree your kids should be able
to speak their minds and engage the culture. I look forward to seeing
what good things Malia and Sasha end up doing with their lives.
here’s why I’m a little surprised my phone hasn’t rung. Your
$1,000,000 donor Bill Maher has said reprehensible things about my
family. He’s made fun of my brother because of his Down’s Syndrome.
He’s said I was “f—-d so hard a baby fell out.” (In a classy move, he
did this while his producers put up the cover of my book, which tells
about the forgiveness and redemption I’ve found in God after my past –
very public — mistakes.)
If Maher talked about Malia and Sasha
that way, you’d return his dirty money and the Secret Service would
probably have to restrain you. After all, I’ve always felt you
understood my plight more than most because your mom was a teenager.
That’s why you stood up for me when you were campaigning against Sen.
McCain and my mom — you said vicious attacks on me should be off limits.
Yet I wonder if the Presidency has changed you. Now that you’re in office, it seems you’re only willing to defend certain women. You’re only willing to take a moral stand when you know your liberal supporters will stand behind you.
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