the letter I wish I could send to the president and he'd actually read
Dear Mr. President,
There have been many times over the past few years where I have wished, like the infamous Sheehan, to be allowed to sit and talk with you. Just you, alone, perhaps in two plush chairs by the fire with drinks in our hands, a cognac for you and hot cider for me (sorry I'm underage). There we could stare into the mesmerizing flames and let our minds and mouths wander on. We'd talk about horses, and schools, college life and family. Maybe even your fears and desires. Of course, I would have many direct questions to ask you, but I would take my time. Gently and patient as an ancient mountain stream. Besides, we'd have all night, no need to rush things and also this way I could hear you talk, hear how you think. I would give you an opportunity to dismiss my biased views of you. Yet, eventually I would want to know. I would ask and you would tell me. Honestly, and in full confidence: answers. Things you wouldn't admit to your own wife you'd tell to me, simply because I was that stranger you knew you'd never see again. I'd sit listening, intently, trying never to forget a word you said. But eventually I would press harder, after-all, this is what I'm here for, so once the cognac had gone to your head, and the hot cider to mine, I would garner up courage and start in:
"Mr. President, can't you see the harm of what you're doing? Am I really suppose to believe that you are so corrupt, so devious? How am I to understand why my government will harm, skrew, and kill its own people?"
Ideally you would remain calm and ungarded. You would stay as a human and not a politician and you would answer me. I would tell you more of my problems and then suddenly you would understand. You would say "Yes you are right. Something must be done about the state of the Nation. I was wrong." Then we would shake hands and all would be forgiven (when you actually made an action). We would return to the flames, expecting better things in the future.
Unfortunately, I know, this is all a big farce. You would never see me, and if you did, we wouldn't be alone, we wouldn't talk, we wouldn't discuss. If I was more eloquent, I would write in wonderful fake answers of comfort. But I am not stupid enough to be comforted by fake answers, Mr. President, and so I am left in doubt. If only you could see past your front door and into the real world. Or if only I had enough money to influence your decisions.
Sincerely,
Virginia Dreier
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minus all inteligence, and acknowledging biase, generalities, realities, and have-truths:
I really wish I (or anyone) could simply shake some common sense into him.
how the fuck can anyone destroy the environment like this? what are people THINKING? or NOT thinking? people in this country are so short-sided, one-sided and stupid, apathetic, self-centered, jerks. FUCK. Can i just rule over my own utopia? can i pretend like one could extist? aye. i have lost almost all of my passion writing. damn. a little bit ago i felt i could go on and on and do it well. now i can only revert to swearing to express my feelings. sorry. i wish I could have power to change things. real power, not just writing letters to politicians and protesting. REAL, swift, quick, decisive power. yes, i want a monarchy. of me. i'd be good. really. i'm very nice. as long as wars didn't come about i could do real well. smart, too. socially, environmentally conscious. which brings me to another point. why is environmental conservation a LIBERAL issue? it shouldn't be partisan at all. so fuck partisanship. fuck POLITICIANS too. and BIG BUSINESS, they can get fucked straight up the ass (if they don't already....ah...bad joke). Umm, who else? oh yeah, PRICKS, FUNDAMENTAL CHRISTIAN GROUPS--christian my ass. where's the compassion? so they fuck themselves. (this is fun) the biggest ones though, the most heinous people of all, are those who KNOW something, DON'T LIKE it, yet do NOTHING: APATHETICS. I can't even use swear words to discribe my disgust.
There have been many times over the past few years where I have wished, like the infamous Sheehan, to be allowed to sit and talk with you. Just you, alone, perhaps in two plush chairs by the fire with drinks in our hands, a cognac for you and hot cider for me (sorry I'm underage). There we could stare into the mesmerizing flames and let our minds and mouths wander on. We'd talk about horses, and schools, college life and family. Maybe even your fears and desires. Of course, I would have many direct questions to ask you, but I would take my time. Gently and patient as an ancient mountain stream. Besides, we'd have all night, no need to rush things and also this way I could hear you talk, hear how you think. I would give you an opportunity to dismiss my biased views of you. Yet, eventually I would want to know. I would ask and you would tell me. Honestly, and in full confidence: answers. Things you wouldn't admit to your own wife you'd tell to me, simply because I was that stranger you knew you'd never see again. I'd sit listening, intently, trying never to forget a word you said. But eventually I would press harder, after-all, this is what I'm here for, so once the cognac had gone to your head, and the hot cider to mine, I would garner up courage and start in:
"Mr. President, can't you see the harm of what you're doing? Am I really suppose to believe that you are so corrupt, so devious? How am I to understand why my government will harm, skrew, and kill its own people?"
Ideally you would remain calm and ungarded. You would stay as a human and not a politician and you would answer me. I would tell you more of my problems and then suddenly you would understand. You would say "Yes you are right. Something must be done about the state of the Nation. I was wrong." Then we would shake hands and all would be forgiven (when you actually made an action). We would return to the flames, expecting better things in the future.
Unfortunately, I know, this is all a big farce. You would never see me, and if you did, we wouldn't be alone, we wouldn't talk, we wouldn't discuss. If I was more eloquent, I would write in wonderful fake answers of comfort. But I am not stupid enough to be comforted by fake answers, Mr. President, and so I am left in doubt. If only you could see past your front door and into the real world. Or if only I had enough money to influence your decisions.
Sincerely,
Virginia Dreier
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minus all inteligence, and acknowledging biase, generalities, realities, and have-truths:
I really wish I (or anyone) could simply shake some common sense into him.
how the fuck can anyone destroy the environment like this? what are people THINKING? or NOT thinking? people in this country are so short-sided, one-sided and stupid, apathetic, self-centered, jerks. FUCK. Can i just rule over my own utopia? can i pretend like one could extist? aye. i have lost almost all of my passion writing. damn. a little bit ago i felt i could go on and on and do it well. now i can only revert to swearing to express my feelings. sorry. i wish I could have power to change things. real power, not just writing letters to politicians and protesting. REAL, swift, quick, decisive power. yes, i want a monarchy. of me. i'd be good. really. i'm very nice. as long as wars didn't come about i could do real well. smart, too. socially, environmentally conscious. which brings me to another point. why is environmental conservation a LIBERAL issue? it shouldn't be partisan at all. so fuck partisanship. fuck POLITICIANS too. and BIG BUSINESS, they can get fucked straight up the ass (if they don't already....ah...bad joke). Umm, who else? oh yeah, PRICKS, FUNDAMENTAL CHRISTIAN GROUPS--christian my ass. where's the compassion? so they fuck themselves. (this is fun) the biggest ones though, the most heinous people of all, are those who KNOW something, DON'T LIKE it, yet do NOTHING: APATHETICS. I can't even use swear words to discribe my disgust.