Letters of Hope and Futility

Dear readers,
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Signed,
Fiery Side

Dear neighbor,
Take heart. I'm writing to some people who can still help you.
Signed,
Cathylee

Dear democrats in power,
After all the betrayal you--Nancy Pelosi, Harry Reid, and all the rest of the congressional democrats--have inflicted on us, I'm sitting here, willing you to do the right thing. Climbing on board one last time to hope there's a shred of decency in our REPRESENTATIVES.

Finally, at long last, prove me right, democrats. Convince me that I haven't been a proud Democrat all these years of my life for nothing. After validating the Patriot Act, the Military Commissions Act, the bankruptcy bill, the Supreme Court justices, THE IRAQ OCCUPATION--just to name a few--give us something to believe in again.

Don't let Paulson put the CEOs and Wall Street in the lifeboats.

Put Americans back in their homes, instead.

Start with my neighbor, could you please? He's about 60, disabled, and spends his days drinking in order to forget he's got only a short time left to spend in the house he bought a couple of decades ago. Maybe you could just save his garage for him. It's filled with a lifetime of tools, machines, and stuff he's collected. It's all that really matters to him.

Try this, democrats: put a face on your actions. Make them real. Think of my neighbor.

For once, after all these years of rolling over, backing off, and, in the case of the democratic nomination, lying and cheating--for once and finally, DO THE RIGHT THING.

Now. Please.

Signed,
The Woman Who Lives Next Door To Another Soon-To-Be-Homeless-Person

A Plea to my Neighbors

Here I am, on again about this quaint idea of following the rules...

What might possess an elected official, upon taking leadership of a body of legislators, to proclaim one section of the Constitution negated?

It's rather like telling one's new boss in the firm, 'I will abide by all the rules here, except the one dealing with habeas corpus. That's off the table.'

Or perhaps it's like telling one's sergeant at the precinct, 'I will abide by all the rules here except the one about search and seizure. That's off the table.'

How about the second lieutenant who arrives at her new post, only to state, 'I'm happy to be here, eager to get to work, but don't even think about deploying me anywhere. That's off the table.'

I'd guess anyone reading this has figured out by now who's in my sights here. And of course this is all well-traveled territory. I bring it up now, not only because our disappointment of a Speaker, Nancy Pelosi, had the misbegotten temerity to preemptively sweep the only constitutional remedy for high crimes and misdemeanors off the table, but because...

...she's up for re-election.


Dear friends in my neighbor state of California,

TOSS HER OUT!

PLEASE!

Love, Cathylee