Dear Mr. President,
Just the words “Mr. President” attached to your name… should feel “honorable” and “worthy” to the American citizens who cast their votes for you last November. You were the hope and dreams of millions who believed you would make the changes for the guys bagging groceries… the woman working at a day care center, the man walking a beat to keep our city safe… millions, Mr. President… who thought you were in touch with the loyal 80% of all Americans.. in the lower and middle classes. You said you understood them… remember? You told them so in rallies… in Cleveland… in Atlanta… at rallies you still hold, even though you’ve already “won”.
You say that the Democrats are sinister and that we’re out to get you; to sabotage what was to be your great legacy. So while you cyber-bully people, and whip up lies to suit whatever controversy you’ve landed yourself into at the moment…. the blame gets shifted… again and again. Are you really in touch with the 80%, Mr. President? Let’s see. Impress me, willya, sir? Let’s take a quiz….
What is the average price of a gallon of milk at a local grocery store?
How about a pound of butter or a slab of cheese?
Tell me… per pound… what is the average cost of 5 pounds of meat? Nothing expensive, mind you… just… hamburger to feed a family of 3?
At what rate per hour, sir.. must a man or woman work at… in order to attain the lofty goal of eating every day… for an entire month? Without food stamps?
How about utilities?
Nevermind all of that for a minute… just tell me… in between giving tax cuts to the ultra-rich and tweeting out hatred and classless rage in one immature attack after another….. just tell me in the most presidential way possible… the answer to the original question: “What is the average price of a gallon of milk at a local grocery store?”.
Until you know that answer without staffing it out… or sending out a poll to the National Dairy Farmers Association….
you don’t know SHIT about the average American. And you, sir…. are not my president.
David R. Orwig