Dear Mr. President;

[AmandaRuth]

I would say to you, a few things.

I know that perhaps this is a little late, but I put it off. I think for too long.

But you, are the president. I have to accept that now. No longer can I put your name in apostrophes when I am writing it nor can I say it with sarcasm.
I know this because over half of America has chosen you to be our Commander-in-chief.

You are the president, now.

In 2000, something happened that will be remembered for a long time. You beat Al Gore in a questionable, drawn out election that lasted days. Florida was Ohio.

In 2001, something happened that will be remembered for even longer. You sat, in a classroom, reading to children with your book upside down as a plane crashed into the World Trade Center.

You did nothing even as the second plane hit.

I must say, while not pleased with your performance, I have to be happy, for this is what America has chosen.

On November second and third, over half of Americas states chose you to be president.

I am a thirteen year old girl from Washington state. The Washington that went for Senator Kerry. You may say I do not know what I am doing, but I know. I know too well the things you have done.

You are president, sir. You have my future cradled in your hands. Weather my parents loose their jobs or taxes fall or my cousin gets drafted, it is your decision.

You have gotten us into a war that we cannot win. No, not the war in Iraq, even though there is no clear end for that in sight. But you have gotten us into a war raged in cubical blocks and school locker rooms. A civil war, between you supporters and Mr. Kerrys supporters. A war between a new Union and a old Confederate.

Half the country chose you over Mr. John F. Kerry.

The world was watching on that September day, and the world was watching that November night.

They were watching us, and waiting. Waiting for it all too happen. Hoping that we would choose right.

Mr. George W. Bush, you are the president of the most powerful nation on the earth. The resources are at your hands to sink us even further or rise up back to the top.

You are the president of the land of opportunity. The land that people have come to to make fortunes. Those people that came from poor homes all over the world, saying that Americas roads were paved in gold.

You are the president of my home, my fathers home, and my great grandfathers home.

You have been selected, Mr. Bush.

The whole world is watching, now.


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