My Response Letter to the 300th Request for Money from Michele and Barack

Dear Michele & Barack (from your emails I assume we are on a first name basis), I have received endless emails from you and your collaborators over the past months asking me incessantly for money. I don't have any. No really. I LITERALLY DON'T HAVE A DOLLAR IN MY POCKET. Can you please STOP asking me for money? No seriously. It's absurd. I'm going back to school and the costs are incredibly high, even for Community College. I can BARELY pay my rent, let alone my food costs and utilities. The truth is I want to be a teacher. That means I will be in school for the next 6 years. By the time I make it out with a BA, a MA and a teacher's certificate I will probably be in nearly 50,000 dollars worth of debt, if not more. You ask me for 3$. You make it sound like three dollars is nothing, mere pocket change. It's not. 3$ buys a loaf of bread or a gallon of milk or two boxes of macaroni and cheese or a few apples or a sandwich or fresh juice or a bag of chips or a bag of potatoes. Have you been watching the news? We're all getting poorer. WAY poorer. And there's drought on, that means the cost of simple foods like corn and soy are going up. DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH CORN AND SOY is in our foods? DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH CORN AND SOY feeds the cows and pigs that are the meat we eat? So between rent, food, utilities and transportation costs for work I just DON'T have a dollar to spare. I definitely don't have THREE of them to spare. I'd like you to PLEASE STOP ASKING ME FOR MONEY. Every email I get asking for "small change" makes me feel less capable of supporting myself. Somehow it feels as though I was born owing everybody. Doesn't it seem a little strange that I can't lay my head down on the ground God made without having a police officer come around and tell me to move on? Doesn't it seem a little strange that good honest food that grows out of the goddamn ground isn't available for me to eat without coughing up the little money that I have? Doesn't it seem messed up that the things I need like water and shelter and a good solid education about the world I live in aren't things I was born with the right to have? I was born owing. I was born owing the world. The truth is I think this is a little messed up. I feel like we OWE our children. You have kids, I have a kid as well. What is our job as a parent? To make sure our children have what they need and are prepared to take care of themselves. Well goddamit if I don't think that's just about impossible for people nowadays. So go on and ask the rich folks for money. They're the ones who keep you in office, right? They're the ones who set your policies and tell you who to bomb and who to bail out and what laws to pass. The funny thing is they're paying that Romney off too. I got to be honest, all I see is two men. One in a red shirt and one in a blue shirt stuffing their pockets full of cash coming in from the big bankers and bosses. You know the ones, the ones WE bailed out with our taxes which should have been going to supporting these farmers who are now in drought, or the people of Louisiana who lost everything, or those Tornado victims, or the families of soldiers who die overseas, or veterans who are losing their homes, or the kids who can't pay back their loans. Instead all that money you all collect from us went right into bailing out those big banks, the SAME goddamn banks that are taking back homes from VETERANS. I just don't have it in me anymore to play this big stupid game. It's all over. You can't have my money. I wouldn't want to waste it on somebody who inspired SO MUCH HOPE and fell SO FLAT. But don't you worry. It sure as HELL isn't going to Romney either. Sincerely, Jo (anna) Robinson