Letter To The President

A Letter to the President:

Dear Mr. President, I feel that a powerful man such as yourself would love to read their fan mail, so I'm writing this letter to you today, when I could be doing millions of other things. I fear, however, that this letter will never reach you. This letter will never be placed in an envelope with a stamp stuck on it. This is not because you could find it treasonous (because according the United States Constitution, you could), but because I do not have a stamp. Nor if I did have one, I wouldn't likely waste it on a cause like this. This is because by the time your security thugs put white powder (maybe it's anthrax!) in my envelope so they can convict me of attempted assassination, I feel my words would have lost meaning.

First, I would like to thank you for all that you are doing well, such as . And that is being generous. Secondly, I would like to apologize for the crudeness and impolite fashion in which this letter is being prepared. I do apologize that I am outspoken, at the age of sixteen. I do apologize for addressing things which I know little about. I do apologize for being the cause of any tainting of your practically flawless image. Maybe I don't know all the facts, maybe I have no right to be writing you this letter right now, but maybe, just maybe I see things that you may or may not choose not to see. Maybe I see the robberies and the hate crimes you must have simply missed while campaigning the country. Maybe I see the drug abuse and murders that you miss every night on the evening news. Maybe you're just too damn busy to care.

Wake up Mr. President, time to stop living with your eyes wide shut. The American dream has turned into a nightmare, but worse, because the memory of it will not be erased from existence when you awake with a start.

I hope this letter hits you hard, hard enough to make you stop and think. Hard enough to leave bruises on your mind from thinking too much. Hard enough for you to develop insomnia, just to prevent the American dream from ever seeming real again, even if it is just momentarily. I want you to be worried. How well is your job security?