TemplarKormac
Political Atheist
Dear President Obama,
Hi, I'm the Resolute Desk. I was a gift to Rutherford B. Hayes in 1880 from Queen Victoria. Our country was a more proud one then. We had more guts, more gumption back then than we do now. Just 15 years earlier, we had emerged from the ashes of a bloody Civil War, the merits of which I am still trying to figure out. Speaking of wars, I keep hearing about what's going on in Iraq, and as much, this is my observation: You were warned that these "ISIS" guys were terrorists. Now they are taking Iraq over, amidst the sacrifice of 4500 of our brave men and women in uniform. Instead of negotiating, you should be over there doing it with air strikes. But hey, I'm only a desk that you can put your feet up on. Oh by the way, I've noticed how often I've been sitting alone in the Oval Office without you in it lately. It took the assassination of a president to get me paraded about as an exhibit with the Kennedy Presidential Library. Even then, I got more attention than I got from you. I even got put on display at the Smithsonian, where even there, I got more attention via the upkeep than I ever got from you these past six years.
On my back, you were supposed to lead this country. But on my back, you have passed undesirable laws, perpetrated scandals, and lied wantonly. You have flouted your power abusively, shredding the Constitution from which I was meant to help you uphold. I was built from the timbers of the British Arctic Ship Resolute. During my time as part of her, I always knew what direction the Captain was taking me. I knew the helmsman wouldn't steer me aground on shred me on the side of a rock or an iceberg, I always knew what course we were taking. I also like this country, was abandoned by the captain at Disaster Bay in 1854. However, I sailed adrift until I was found again, and then brought back to New London, Connecticut. But I was still far from my home, the people who used me to build her refused to bring me home. By 1856 though, the Americans gave me a complete refit and sent me back home. Little did I know then that I had helped avert a third war between the Americans and the British.
But on my back, Mr. President, you have managed to run this country aground, and shred her hull on the rocks of corruption, nobody knows the course this country is taking. Don't worry though, you aren't the first one, nor the last one to do something like this. Many presidents before you have done similar things, but from what I can tell-- yours is by far the worst of them all. I might be an inanimate object to you, but to me, I am the anvil where deals are hammered out, where laws live and die, where the hopes and dreams of Americans everywhere are made and broken. To me, I am the harbinger of sympathy, where many a condolence letter has been written to families of those who died for their country in every war since World War II. I provided comfort and solitude to many a president.
What I am not, is a tool for evil. Unlike you, I have four legs to stand on. You can barely stand on two. I have borne the weight of and helped direct the path of this country many times over, you can barely hold the weight doing the job you were elected for. Like I said before, other presidents before you have struggled mightily in their duties, some though, struggled because of their love of this country, lamented on what could be done to better improve it. But so far what I've seen these past three decades, is men like you working to destroy it.
Ahh, but I must be going. I'm just the Resolute Desk. You'll never know the history I have wrought. You'll never know, simply because I am an amalgamation of wood without a voice. To you, I am nothing but a decoration, a centerpiece of your power. Oh, but you'll never know how much more I was.
Sincerely,
The Resolute Desk
Hi, I'm the Resolute Desk. I was a gift to Rutherford B. Hayes in 1880 from Queen Victoria. Our country was a more proud one then. We had more guts, more gumption back then than we do now. Just 15 years earlier, we had emerged from the ashes of a bloody Civil War, the merits of which I am still trying to figure out. Speaking of wars, I keep hearing about what's going on in Iraq, and as much, this is my observation: You were warned that these "ISIS" guys were terrorists. Now they are taking Iraq over, amidst the sacrifice of 4500 of our brave men and women in uniform. Instead of negotiating, you should be over there doing it with air strikes. But hey, I'm only a desk that you can put your feet up on. Oh by the way, I've noticed how often I've been sitting alone in the Oval Office without you in it lately. It took the assassination of a president to get me paraded about as an exhibit with the Kennedy Presidential Library. Even then, I got more attention than I got from you. I even got put on display at the Smithsonian, where even there, I got more attention via the upkeep than I ever got from you these past six years.
On my back, you were supposed to lead this country. But on my back, you have passed undesirable laws, perpetrated scandals, and lied wantonly. You have flouted your power abusively, shredding the Constitution from which I was meant to help you uphold. I was built from the timbers of the British Arctic Ship Resolute. During my time as part of her, I always knew what direction the Captain was taking me. I knew the helmsman wouldn't steer me aground on shred me on the side of a rock or an iceberg, I always knew what course we were taking. I also like this country, was abandoned by the captain at Disaster Bay in 1854. However, I sailed adrift until I was found again, and then brought back to New London, Connecticut. But I was still far from my home, the people who used me to build her refused to bring me home. By 1856 though, the Americans gave me a complete refit and sent me back home. Little did I know then that I had helped avert a third war between the Americans and the British.
But on my back, Mr. President, you have managed to run this country aground, and shred her hull on the rocks of corruption, nobody knows the course this country is taking. Don't worry though, you aren't the first one, nor the last one to do something like this. Many presidents before you have done similar things, but from what I can tell-- yours is by far the worst of them all. I might be an inanimate object to you, but to me, I am the anvil where deals are hammered out, where laws live and die, where the hopes and dreams of Americans everywhere are made and broken. To me, I am the harbinger of sympathy, where many a condolence letter has been written to families of those who died for their country in every war since World War II. I provided comfort and solitude to many a president.
What I am not, is a tool for evil. Unlike you, I have four legs to stand on. You can barely stand on two. I have borne the weight of and helped direct the path of this country many times over, you can barely hold the weight doing the job you were elected for. Like I said before, other presidents before you have struggled mightily in their duties, some though, struggled because of their love of this country, lamented on what could be done to better improve it. But so far what I've seen these past three decades, is men like you working to destroy it.
Ahh, but I must be going. I'm just the Resolute Desk. You'll never know the history I have wrought. You'll never know, simply because I am an amalgamation of wood without a voice. To you, I am nothing but a decoration, a centerpiece of your power. Oh, but you'll never know how much more I was.
Sincerely,
The Resolute Desk
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