WHAT the PRESIDENT
DID to ME
of Beartown and the rest of the United States of America,
you for giving me the opportunity to speak my mind.
I lost my job this past year.
cost me my job, my kids and my houses. When
was president I was secure and prosperous, but in the last year, we had
to close our operations. We simply could not compete with foreign labor.
This foreign labor worked for low pay under very bad conditions.
They worked very long shifts, and many even died on the job. This
competition could hardly be called "fair." I was forced out of the place
where I had worked for 34 years. Not a single government program was
there to help me.
call himself "compassionate?" Far worse, I lost two of my sons in
evil war in Iraq. They gave their lives for their country, and for what?
oil buddies can get rich. My pain
of losing my sons is indescribable.
While it is trivial next to the loss of my sons, I regret to say that I
also lost my houses. I simply have nothing left. How can
call himself a Christian when he neglects people like me? I am a senior
citizen with various medical problems. I'm not in a position where I can
begin a new career. I was reduced to the point where I had to live in a
hole in a ground, all because of President
And when the authorities found me there, did they have any compassion
for my misfortune and ailments? No, I was arrested. Mr.
I dare you to look me in the face and tell me you are a compassionate
man! I dare you to look me in the face and tell me you are a Christian.
If I had any money left, I would donate it to the Democrat Party.
had been elected in 2000 I would still have a job, a home, and most
importantly, my dear sons!
HOW DID WE SURVIVE???
My Mom used to cut chicken, chop eggs and roll out
pie crust on the same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach,
but we didn't seem to get food poisoning.
My Mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter AND I used to eat it raw
sometimes too, but I can't remember getting E-coli.
Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming
in the lake instead of a pristine pool (talk about boring), the term
cell phone would have conjured up a phone in a jail cell, and a pager
was the school PA system..
We all took gym, not PE... and risked permanent
injury with a pair of high top Ked's (only worn in gym) instead of
having cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built in
light reflectors. I can't recall any injuries but they must have
happened because they tell us how much safer we are now.
Flunking gym was not an option... even for stupid
kids! I guess PE must be much harder than gym.
Every year, someone taught the whole school a
lesson by running in the halls with leather soles on linoleum tile and
hitting the wet spot. How much better off would we be today if we only
knew we could have sued the school system.
Speaking of school, we all said prayers and the
pledge and staying in detention after school caught all sorts of
negative attention. We must have had horribly damaged psyches.
I can't understand it. Schools didn't offer 14 year olds an abortion or
condoms (we wouldn't have known what either was anyway) but they did
give us a couple of baby aspirin and cough syrup if we started getting
the sniffles. What an archaic health system we had then. Remember school
nurses? Ours wore a hat and everything.
I thought that I was supposed to accomplish
something before I was allowed to be proud of myself.
I just can't recall how bored we were without computers, PlayStation,
Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital cable stations.
I must be repressing that memory as I try to
rationalize through the denial of the dangers could have befallen us as
we trekked off each day about a mile down the road to some guy's vacant
20, built forts out of branches and pieces of plywood, made trails, and
fought over who got to be the Lone Ranger. What was that property owner
thinking, letting us play on that lot. He should have been locked up for
not putting up a fence around the property complete with a self-closing
gate and an infrared intruder alarm.
Oh yeah.. and where was the Benadryl and
sterilization kit when I got that bee sting? I could have been killed!
We played king of the hill on piles of gravel left
on vacant construction sites and when we got hurt, Mom pulled out the 48
cent bottle of mercurochrome and then we got our butt spanked. Now it's
a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of a $49 bottle
of antibiotics and then Mom calls the attorney to sue the contractor for
leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat.
We didn't act up at the neighbor's house either because if we did, we
got our butt spanked (physical abuse) here too .... and then we got butt
spanked again when we got home.
Mom invited the door to door salesman inside for coffee, kids choked
down the dust from the gravel driveway while playing with Tonka trucks
(remember why Tonka trucks were made tough?... it wasn't so that they
could take the rough Berber in the family room), and Dad drove a car
with leaded gas.
Our music had to be left inside when we went out
to play and I am sure that I nearly exhausted my imagination a couple of
times when we went on two week vacations. I should probably sue the
folks now for the danger they put us in when we all slept in campgrounds
in the family tent.
Summers were spent behind the push lawnmower and I didn't even know that
mowers came with motors until I was 13 and we got one without an
automatic blade-stop or an auto-drive.
How sick were my parents? Of course my parents
weren't the only psychos.
I recall Johnny Smith from next door coming over
and doing his tricks on the front stoop just before he fell off. Little
did his Mom know that she could have owned our house. Instead she picked
him up and swatted him for being such a goof. It was a neighborhood run
To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they
were from a dysfunctional family. How could we possibly have known that
we needed to get into group therapy and anger management classes? We
were obviously so duped by so many societal ills, that we didn't even
notice that the entire country wasn't taking Prozac!
How did we survive????
A BABY BOOMER