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Ego is the ultimate conspirator.

I left mine some time ago.

But for this fleeting moment, on Pamper-Her-Friday, my ego bleeds for your attention. I need you to read me tonight. This is no plebian love letter.

Sheba, I want you to think of me this evening—and thereafter. Why? No publisher in America will touch me. They don’t believe I write the Pamper-Her-Friday love letters. A mocha, cerebral, spiritual, heterosexual man apparently doesn’t represent their bankable author of choice.

I guess no one’s reading Rg2. Might that cohort include you?

Don’t break my heart, Sheba.

My manuscript has been turned down by countless editors across the industry. No one’s reading Pamper-Her-Friday, they say. Would you be my one reader tonight? I need you, Sheba. Your eyes. Your attention. I need.

Apparently the only reader I have is a compassionate bookworm at Guinness World Records. I received a correspondence from that body recently revealing I’m on their radar: Longest online love letter series ever written. They say 500 will be something of a human miracle.

Call me a miracle.

God willing, and with your inspirational presence tonight, I can do 500 . . . and more. It’s the hardest endeavor upon which I’ve ever embarked. But if I can attract your eyes, your mind, your interest in my amorous literature, this evening, it’ll be more than worth all my efforts, my sweat and tears, my contribution to this wanting world.

Sheba, will you meet me tonight . . . on the Pacific shoreline? I’ve requested a table for us in the midst of a late summer breeze, sand beneath our feet, tiki flames as garnishment, moonglow in full effect.

Guinness has noticed. They’re quietly watching. I’m so grateful.

But the ultimate blessing would be your presence this evening.

Just you and I. And the poetry I’ve written for you.

On Pamper-Her-Friday.

Can you?

-Rg2

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Pamper the woman . . . like a summer’s romance. -Rg2

© 2018 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

If you consider a wretch like me worthy of the ask, I have one request of you. There’s an angel who’s earned each and every millimeter of her sacred wings.

Having given her voice and her humanity, her very essence, to the cause of the betterment of life, she deserves her place among your most trusted inner circle.

If a wretch like me is worthy of the ask, mine is only this, Father:

Pamper Aretha Friday.

Please.

Amazingly graciously,
Rg2

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Pamper the woman . . . for she may one day become the queen of a nation’s soul. -Rg2

© 2018 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®

I asked my grandfather recently whether he felt the country is on the verge of Jim Crow 2.0. He lived through the first version. He managed to traverse that shameful, perilous journey and come out the other end an optimist.

His reply? “History, unfortunately, is a repeatable offense. Be prepared either way. You’re strong . . . you’ve got what it takes to survive and thrive despite.”

His eyes, during those words, betrayed his eternal optimism. I was torn between his confidence in me and the gravity of his answer. The sage always told me the truth—I could bank on it—and the truth was crucial in my development, especially upon learning the country was built on a lie—that continues to breathe to this day.

If history is repeatable, as I dread to think, then what are the chances of a repeatable “O-run” to counter history’s dark side? Is Obama 2.0 wishful thinking on my part? Perhaps.

But a voter can imagine, can’t he?

The planet’s rebelling and dying. I’m sure you see the constant fires that refuse to be doused for very long from continent to continent. The global food supply is less and less clean nor natural. The oceans are suffocating marine life. If this sounds biblical, forgive me. If I sound alarmist, I beg your forgiveness.

Were you to run, of course you’re no savior, Michelle. I wouldn’t dare place that on your shoulders. But a gifted mind coupled with emotional intelligence and a humanist’s heart, all of which you possess, are sorely needed in leadership.

And the DOS community is vitally in need of a trusted advocate with integrity. The existential threat is real.

My vote favors you, hands down, were you to run. And the harmless, silent crush this writer has held in your honor can finally be requited . . . for good of the world.

Pamper-Her-Friday blessings to you, Lady Michelle.

Graciously,
Rg2

Nota bene: Should my imagination somehow come to fruition, could I be your reparations writer?

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Pamper the woman . . . for she may become a future president. -Rg2

© 2018 Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2 ®