Dear President Obama

Dear Mr. President,

Tonight is a watershed moment in American socio-economics.  If the Tea Party/GOP strong arm the Democrats into doormats by stripping the poor and working classes of what is left of a fleeting glimpse of some barely recognizable shred of humane quality of life; a pittance of rainy day savings, heat, food, medical bills, school supplies...by using Planned Parenthood as a cowardly, right-wing, misogynistic, terrifyingly ignorant, greed-obsessed decoy to cut huge portions of federal aid to social programs, tax breaks for the working classes, and needed living wage adjustments - in order to keep the millionaires and billionaires making break-neck profits on the back of we teachers, nurses, social workers...and, by allowing them to pay almost no taxes - in Exxon's case ZERO taxes!  This country will either sink into civil war between working class liberals, and right-wing Tea Party fundamentalist soldiers brainwashed into fighting for the fat cat wall street bunch safe in their private and protected oligarchies, or, die destitute and beaten down.

If you give in; if the Democrats give in tonight and tomorrow, in order to avoid a government shutdown, it will be anarchy and bread lines in no time.  Your are the president.  You cannot let this happen. Reinforce your will, your spine, and your courage.  This could be the most important use of your conciderable power as Commander in Chief.  Don't let them oppress us, please.  There will be millions of families who will become hollow Grapes of Wrath souls withering in the numbing anxiety of poverty.  Yet, we have educations and gumption and will not simply move along.  The population is at critical mass for an all out civil war.  We must start producing more at home.

Please, Mr. President.  Muster your courage with your intellect and conviction.  Don't let the rich finish us working classes by allowing them to use the federal spending as the villain; and by manipulating the right wing poor, fear-based and uneducated to do their bidding.

Your faithful servant,

DT