But then, maybe it's good that I'm not.
Since President Obama was elected in 2008, I've noticed that he's physically changed from a young, energetic firebrand into a graying elder statesman. The weight of the world on your shoulders will do that, I think.
He's fought a lot of political battles, took one too many meetings, and accommodated more than one too many Republicans.
And now, the impeachment drumbeats increase in volume.
Dear Mr. President,
You have two weeks to finish your business, sir, while maintaining your integrity and leading a country that is basically ungovernable at this point. Nothing of note will be accomplished in the next two years.
Cut your personal losses. Make the speech you've wanted to make (if you really did want to actually make that speech). Let Joe deal with the national insurgency until 2016.
You've done the best that anyone could have been expected to do given flaming mountain of bullshit that you were handed (intentionally) by the GOP to deal with in 2008.
I would not blame you for one moment if you stepped to the microphone tomorrow and resigned, citing the need to spend more time with your family.
Personally, I wouldn't -- couldn't -- spend one moment of my life dealing with Bohener and McConnell.
Let Joe handle it from here. You've done what you can. Give Michelle and your daughters the attention they require. Time is fleeting. Neither you nor they deserve the animus that's coming. It's going to be beyond difficult, and I worry for you, sir.
Take the nearest exit ramp. It's not worth it.
From someone who has been there,
Best Regards,
Z.