If I could write a letter to our leaders, it would go a little sump'n like this. . .

My Dear President George W. Bush and Vice President Richard Chaney (by the way, where the heck is Cheney):

We know you waited when our brothers and sisters suffered in the burning tower. We know you let Saudi's out of the country when they knew about Osama. So now can you explain to me, PLEASE tell me, how far is it from Texas to Mississippi, Louisiana, and Alabama, etc. and how long does it take to get to the center of a Tootsie Rolled people? Four days, just to treat them like prisoners? They are wrapped in misery, coated with grief, and surrounded by nothing but bureaucracy.

Are you more concerned with loss of life, or loss of oil? Are you more concerned with loss of exported seafood and tourism dollars, or with the loss of some of our most beautiful educational landmarks and documents in this country that are gone forever? Are you more concerned about order, or hungry people who've lost their livelihoods, regardless of color or economic status.

Everybody is poor now in New Orleans. Does Walmart have enough to spare after getting back insurance money for those who sure worked at Walmart, for no benefits at minimum wage?

By the way, what about the three cross burnings in one night in Durham, NC? What year you say, Mr. President?  Try 2005.

We need justice, not preaching. We don't need a nation with over 700 hate groups (www.tolerance.org) when your people can't even find International Public Enemy Number One with a bullet. 

The people are moaning, don't you hear them calling? Don't you hear them calling just like the people overseas trying to kill us, who never asked for our help?

Sign me Disenchanted; Color me Sad.