#dear mr. president

[music-addiction-disorder]

Dear Mr. President, come take a walk with me.

Let's pretend we're just two people and you're not better than me.

I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street?

Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep?

What do you feel when you look in the mirror? Are you proud?

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?

How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?

How do you walk with your head held high?

Can you even look me in the eye and tell me why?

Dear Mr. President were you a lonely boy? (Are you a lonely boy?) Are you a lonely boy? (Are you a lonely boy?)

How can you say no child is left behind?

We're not dumb, and we're not blind.

They're all sitting in your cells while you pave the road to hell.

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away?

And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay?

I can only imagine what the first lady has to say.

You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry?

How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye?

How do you walk with your head held high?

Can you even look me in the eye?

Let me tell you 'bout hard work, minimum wage with a baby on the way.

Let me tell you 'bout hard work, rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away.

Let me tell you 'bout hard work, building a bed out of a cardboard box.

Let me tell you 'bout hard work, hard work, hard work, you don't know nothing 'bout hard work., hard work, hard work.

Oh, how do you sleep at night?

How do you walk with your head held high?

Dear Mr. President, you'd never take a walk with me... would you?

- Pink -

[wandering-spork]

Dear Mr. President

Dear Mr. President,

We don't care about the economy.

Stop focusing on the stupid economy.

You know who cares about the economy doing good? Wall Street. Billionaires. Elon Musk.

Americans don't care about the economy. You know why?

Because we're going hungry! We're losing our homes! We're losing our jobs! We're dying everyday from COVID and gun violence! Women just lost their rights!

And your reaction is to say "Shucks, sorry ladies- please vote for me, though!", beg congress to do something, and then run off to Europe to smile for photo ops?

Why are you smiling in Europe? What do you have to be happy about right now? God, you're so out-of-touch, apathetic, and tone deaf... you and the entire Democrat Party are out of touch with the people you like to call "voters".

Stop going on about the stupid economy. We. don't. care. The economy doesn't serve the American People- it serves the very rich. Why should WE care about whether the RICH are happy with THEIR economy?

They don't care about us, but you want us to care about them? Why?

Are you OUR President, or are you the President of the billionaire class?

We're going on a General Strike.

Tell the billionaires they better get ready to go broke themselves (for ONCE in THEIR lives).

We, the American People, refuse to continue to be slaves to the billionaire class.

The economy can go f**k itself.

Are you the President for the American People or not? It doesn't feel like that lately- it feels like you just care what the billionaires want, and then feed us a bunch of bull to convince us to care what they want, too. 

If that's not true, and you are here to represent US, then....

DO. SOMETHING.

Sincerely, -Jay Juno

P.S. Stop blaming "voter ignorance" for your ineptitude. The American People are smart enough to know you're feeding them a bunch of BULL, and it PISSES us off. Stop gaslighting us- we don't believe you when you say the economy is doing great- because it's NOT doing great for US, is it?

June 26, 2022

[lcverosie]

“Dear Mr. President are you lonely boy?

Are you a spoiled boy?

How can you say, “That no child is left behind?”

We’re not dumb and we’re not blind

You sent their parents to different places

Then left them sitting in your cages

What kind of father would take his own daughter’s rights away?

What kind of man thinks a marriage isn’t right if you are gay?

I can only imagine what the First Lady has to say

Does she only talk when she copies it all?”

-Kiana Ledé

[whatagoodblogname]

This is such a good modern take on a classic. So emotional and raw, so representative of the last 4 years.

Please listen to this, all the proceeds from this song are going towards NAACP Empowerment Programs!

[onestowatch]

Kiana Ledé Searches For the Heart in a Heartless Administration

Photo: Joseph Collier

In 2006, P!nk released “Dear Mr. President,” a soft rock bout of outward questioning aimed at then president George W. Bush. 14 years later, the pop-rock maverick’s series of blunt inquiries regarding No Child Left Behind, the industrial prison complex, women’s rights, and a world leader’s overarching callousness, feels all the more relevant. It is a sentiment shared by R&B artist Kiana Ledé, who reimagines P!nk’s “Dear Mr. President” for the year 2020.

Released via Republic Records–the same label who made headlines earlier this month with their decision to drop the word “urban” when describing departments, employee titles, and music genres–“Dear Mr. President” arrives as a somber reflection of not only recent events but a troubling four years.

Written and recorded in the wake of George Floyd’s heinous murder by police and continued civil unrest across the world, “Dear Mr. President” opens on a crowd chanting “No justice, no peace.” The call-and-response has become a rallying cry for protestors who are sick and tired of being sick and tired with a system that has at every turn disenfranchised and targeted people of color, particularly African-Americans.

As the swell of chanting fades away, Ledé makes her way through a soulful imagining, trying to find the justification and empathy behind Donald Trump’s decisions. The only interruption of this fruitless search for answers arrives in the form of a church organ, accenting the gospel undertones of the heavenly ballad, and another heartbreaking scene from the ongoing protests. “Hands up, don’t shoot,” bursts forth the crowd, echoing a plea that for far too long has fallen on deaf ears.  

Ledé’s reimagining of “Dear Mr. President” contextualizes an administration that for the past four years has sought to target the most vulnerable among us. It is a heartbreaking ode that seeks to find a semblance of reason and humanity in an administration that has solely acted out of a sense of heartlessness.

Listen to “Dear Mr. President” below:  

[gordoncstewart]

Elijah's Super Market Tuesday Letter to the President

Elijah's Super Market Tuesday Letter to the President

Dear Mr. President,

My Gamma and Bumpa helped me with this letter. I love Gamma and Bumpa! Please don’t tell them that I changed it a little. I don’t want to hurt their feelings. When I showed it to the kids at daycare in show and tell, they said it was too nice. They hurt my feelings. I told them we’re Minnesotans. We’re nice here in Minnesota. We don’t say meant things. They say our…

[all-of-the-good-ones-are-taken]

P!nk | Dear Mr. President ft. Indigo Girls (2006)

[cleoselene]

from the Bush Era, sadly relevant again

[not-a-fever-dream]

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry? How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye? How do you walk with your head held high? Can you even look me in the eye?

You wish some songs weren’t still relatable after all this time.

[thedigitaltraphouse2]

Dear Mr. President - Mistah F.A.B.

[konzertkind]

Who’s gonna tell Pink she has to write dear Mr. President 2.0?

[aicchi]

whelp Mindanao is now under Martial Law.

[jennawynn]

Dear Mr. President, Come take a walk with me. Let’s pretend we’re just two people and you’re not better than me. I’d like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly.

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street? Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep? What do you feel when you look in the mirror? Are you proud?

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry? How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye. How do you walk with your head held high? Can you even look me in the eye and tell me why?

Dear Mr. President, were you a lonely boy? How can you say no child is left behind? We’re not dumb and we’re not blind. They’re all sitting in your cells while you pave the road to hell.

What kind of father would take his own daughter’s rights away? What kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay? I can only imagine what the First Lady has to say- you’ve come a long way from whiskey and cocaine.

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry? How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye. How do you walk with your head held high? Can you even look me in the eye and tell me why?

Let me tell you ‘bout hard work! Minimum wage with a baby on the way. Let me tell you ‘bout hard work. Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away. Let me tell you ‘bout hard work. Building a bed out of a cardboard box. Let me tell you ‘bout hard work (hard work hard work) You don’t know nothing ‘bout hard work (hard work hard work).

How do you sleep at night? How do you walk with your head held high?

Dear Mr. President, you’d never take a walk with me, would you?

[storybookplotholes]

To conclude, Mr. President, I'm not at all hesitant, To tell you I think, The first ladies a fox, Her husband, the jerk off, Has ruined my country, That's all for today, Sincerely, D. Cox.

"Dewey Cox"-John C. Reilly "Dear Mr. President"

[alexandriadee]