EMAILS FROM POTUS

Notes of Concern…

                               …Jackson Blair

The President Emails Me (Shh)

I just cannot keep it a secret any longer.

During the last many months I have received some personal messages from POTUS.

Yup, the President of the United States.

It is an unwritten rule that one never should discuss anything that is said between the President and you, so I cannot be too specific. Let’s just say he calls me “Jack” and he likes to keep me in the loop.

When I first heard from Barry I was pretty sure someone was scamming me on email. But after a while I started getting emails from Michelle. Now there just is no way she could know me unless her husband put in a good word. She calls me “Jack,” too, and I find that a little informal since we haven’t officially met but I am going to let that little faux pas pass.

Not too long ago I heard from one of Mitt Romney’s kids. I can’t remember which of the boys wrote but who cares. He was telling me all about his dad.

What an inside opportunity that presents.

He isn’t a bad writer and it is great he shares some real intimate moments from his family history. It would be just great to hear from his brothers, too. I keep watching for more Romney family news.

Ann Romney dropped me a quick email, too. She wanted me to know how hard her husband has been working. She even shared a story about how his boys anxiously awaited his return from work and then would prank him. Evidently, they all had so much fun.

I have never been too fond of Joe Biden so I don’t even open his emails. They come pretty regularly. I suppose Barry or Michelle told him about me. I am pretty sure Mitt didn’t.

This whole thing has been very exciting. I told my wife I feel certain the next time there is a big White House Dinner we are sure to be on the invitation list. I am checking to see if I fit into my old tux and she is already out looking for a suitable dress.

As long as Barry doesn’t find out that Mitt and I are communicating and Mitt doesn’t learn about my chats with Barry, I have doubled my chances for an invitation to the next inauguration.

Ain’t life wonderful?