Dear President: It's not that you're such a dismal failure that distresses us. We have become inured to those we elect being such. It's that your olive branch was based upon Hope. Our hearts grew lighter within the aspect of its coming to fruition, which made every arrow sting that much worse. Celebrating the death of a foe and threatening another country with war do not endear you to us further. We still have no health care; our schools are failing the next generation as they have the previous ones; and there is no end in sight of this depression and bankrupt economy. And you offer us more military spending and tax cuts for those who don't need them.
DEAR GOD: Your chosen President's speech simply demonstrated how much of a mess the State of our Union is. Please locate an honest, electable man. Tall order, we know.

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