Dear Elizabeth Warren,
I just heard you speak on The Rachel Maddow Show about Wall Street, and about the corporate banks which are slowly but surely doing to us what parasitic jungle vines do to trees.
When politics doesn't resemble a tightly-scripted TV show, it's busy aping PR releases. And hearing you call out the trolls, the bullies and the vermin who infest our financial sector in your simple and direct manner was refreshing in a way I can't quite describe.
I don't remember the last time I heard a politician speak who wasn't seduced by the bottomless campaign contributions with which Wall Street routinely purchases our elected representation.
It bordered on the revelatory.
Ditto the realization that the only senator in Washington DC with the balls to stand up to them is a woman.
Look. I know it's forty-something days past Valentine's Day, but if you won't be my president, will you at least be my Valentine?
La Piazza Gancio