You Are No Jack Kennedy

You.  Yes, you.  

You who peer into my thoughts. 

You who exploit, swindle, steal, lie, spy, prostitute.

You who are vain, proud, and frivolous.

You who have neither strength nor character nor virtue. 

You who sit on golden thrones.

You, yes you, are a part of the problem. 

Nay, for you, yes you, are the problem.

And you, sir or ma'am, are no Jack Kennedy.