Blood in the Water

Oil in the water – blood in the water. It’s seen in The Bible. The waters are said to turn red at the end of the world. BP? Are you listening? Read the Good Book lately?

The point is…

The world looks like it’s ending every single day. What are we doing about it? I’m not saying I believe any conspiracies about the so-called end being “nigh”. I’m not standing on the corner holding up a sign saying so. I just know we have to get things together or we will end our own lives. Our own world.

Iraq?

A joke.

Afghanistan?

Yeah. Ridiculous.

BP?

Possibly responsible for something that MY grandchildren won’t see cleaned up.

Obama?

Don’t get me started.

Oh, wait… I’m already started.

Barack Obama. If I could word a letter to you right now it would read a lot like this:

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Dear President Obama,

How dare you. How dare you stand in control of a nation and not take charge of its waters and its people. Blood is spilled everyday overseas for oil and resources, while the very thing you are killing for leaks into our Gulf. Yes, I said YOU. YOU: The man I would have voted for two years ago if I was legally allowed. YOU: Who gave us all “hope” for a short time and dethroned the borderline evil actions of Bush/Cheney. YOU: Who has let me, personally, down in every possible way, not to mention the American people as a whole.

Sincerely and with hopes you will get your shit together,

An Angry American

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Or for the lazy and illiterately ignorant President that I now see creating a trough out of the White House,

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Dear Obama,

Fix it.

From,

An Angry American

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It’s OUR country. Hell, it’s OUR world. Why can’t we treat it like we own it?!

Dear World, We Are Sorry

Dear World,
Where can I begin? We are all sorry for the way we have treated you. How selfish can one people be? We are sorry for suffocating you just so we can drive the kids back and forth to soccer games or drive to the bar for a drink with our friends. We are sorry for blaring through the ozone just so we can be a little more comfortable than your weather allows us to be. We are sorry for all the blood we have spilled on your virgin soil time and time again, we know you will never forget the tears our war has brought upon you and how some stains can never be removed. We are sorry for angering you with our bombs, bombs that black out the sky and end the lives of millions of your children. We are sorry for screaming at each other over the beautiful sounds of your creations. We are sorry for the blood in your pure waters and our failed attempts to clean it all up, the animals we have soiled and suffocated, dirtied and murdered. But most of all, we are sorry that you have to watch us destroy ourselves…

What I Think We Should Do

Listen, I’m only 17. But I know what a nation looks like. A free and prosperous nation.

And this isn’t it.
We say we’re working on it and we make excuses for why we havent cleaned up this mess we’ve created, but really it all boils down to the fact that no one really cares. We have to run our cars right? Yup. So why not use gas? It’s easy and whatever, we won’t have to deal with the world’s eminent doom. Wrong. Hell, even the Nazis had synthetic gasoline. Why can’t we discover a way to turn this around? We have a black president for God’s sake. WE, as a nation, as a people, as one breathing and living being, should be rioting in the streets right now for the want of a better life. For the want of SOMETHING to reach out to and hold, something like hope. The middle class — gone. The working class — gone. What are we to do? pray for rain? People, that same people written about 200 hundred years ago in a document that founds our great nation, need help. The people of the U.S. must become a WE, not a me.