This Is An Old Format For Me. From When I Wasn't Sure I Was A Writer.
The News Today Makes It Appropriate
Dear President Obama,
Dear President Obama,
Do not support the bombing of Syria. This is yet another
false flag of the global elite. You can choose to have a legacy of peace and
not the death of innocent civilians. The poor of this world are desperate and
suffering. We need to speak for them! Do not allow another generation of
children to be sent to war against people who are more like themselves than the
men who send them. These people don’t deserve to die. If they do, it is not our
choice to make. Why not try and reason with people and make truces instead of
bomb them with missiles? We bring bombs to a gun fight. The global elite must
have been involved if there was use of Chemical Weapons. The poor don’t have
access to Chemical Weapons, it is not rebels. The world knows we have all the
weapons. A larger military budget than every other country in the world
combined. I don’t have to tell you these things. You are a smart man. Make the
right decision. Send food, gas masks, and medical supplies. Help people and
they will help themselves. We need to get off oil before there is crisis. Now
is a good time. Start the solar revolution instead of this endless perpetuation
of war that is blood shed in America’s greedy privileged name. Hopefully you
read this letter. I remember the bombing of Baghdad, I watched it in my living
room at 17 years old, we have been at war ever since in my lifetime. There is a
road named after my friend Vinny from Silver Bay Elementary school. I have
friends who were in a military system where rape is rampant. I have friends who
are injured physically and far older than they should be mentally. My son is 7
years old. He still believes in peace, as I’m sure your girls do as well.
Usually my other letters are more important. The ones I write to people just
because I love them and I want to hear what they have to say and encourage them
to speak up more. But right now, we can see change or we can see the same ol’
bloodshed. The choice is up to you.
Love,
Jackie Lane
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