IMAGE: Redacted copy of the letter I received from the White House.
Got a letter today, it was from the White House. It was signed by the president of the United States. He didn’t really sign it, it just had the replica of his signature on it. He demanded the John Hancock and the mailing of such letters as a political ploy, to tell Internal Revenue Service direct deposit recipients that the stimulus money that had already been received by some of us came from him. But it didn’t. It was a Congress give away, a trial shot at trying to diminish the ravages of an upcoming economic collapse. It probably cost fifty million, maybe a hundred million, to print and mail those letters to the appropriate Americans. But the president did it to feed his ego, to do what he does best.
There were probably detractors within the ranks, with the folks he thinks are part of a “deep state.” You know, with some bureaucrats, the apolitical We The People’s employees that keep government running regardless of the color painted on the party at the helm. The folks that help lock down crooks or get medical help at a local health care facility. The ones that oil the nuts and bolts of government of the people.
Something tells me that many folks in those ranks balked. That they told their superiors that it didn’t make sense to waste all that money mailing those letters. But judging by the outcome, my take is that the resistance mattered none. It’s useless to fight city hall even when you’re on the inside. And when senseless and obedient minds abound. Those licking the behind of an egomaniac, of an aberrant head of the executive branch of government.
And to think what could have been done with those fifty, maybe a hundred million dollars. How many surgical masks or ventilators could that buy? How many COVID-19 testing kits? Or food for the people in need? But the president didn’t care, nor most of those around him. The ditto heads, the yes-folks, the ones aiding and abetting the deplorable acts.
At the end of the day, on April fifteenth, the letters were sent. I got mine today.
Author: Pedro Chávez