
G A B E H U D S O N ' S [Write a letter to the president.] - - - - [Gabe Hudson, a McSweeney's editor-at-large - - - - [These letters were compiled by Gabe Hudson, Jessica Rabinowitz, and Kevin Feeney.] - - - - Dear Mr. President, Do you believe that dinosaurs existed? In evolution? That the earth was created in seven days? Would you please go on TV and let everyone know what you think? Sincerely, - - - - Dear Mr. President, I was reading my father's copy of 1984 and found a curious piece of paper wedged against the cover. I suspect he used it as a bookmark. I have reprinted it below in the hope that you will find it as meaningful as I have: FILM PROCESSING GUIDE Step 1 Prepare Step 2 Prewet Step 3 Developer Start your timer as soon as you pour the solution into the tank. Shake the tank for thirty (30) seconds, then firmly tap the tank a stable, flat surface. Rest for thirty (30) seconds. Shake. Tap. Rest. Repeat. When development time is complete, discard the solution like so many unwanted children. Step 4 Stop Bath Step 5 Fix Step 6 True Christ Step 7 Photo-Flo Step 8 Annie, Pull a Little Closer Sincerely, - - - - Dear Mr. President, I am sitting here on this snowy Wednesday afternoon pondering our similarities. When you see pictures of round-bellied, malnourished African babies, does your helplessness make you feel profoundly meaningless? Do you question what kind of God would inflict devastating tidal waves on 150,000 men, women, and children who had already spent their lives in abject poverty? Do you carry with you the guilt of your own privilege? Everyday, do you feel the ache of compassion? Sincerely, - - - - Dear Mr. President, How is it that the greatest country in the world, the home of the free and land of the brave, still implements capital punishment? Is it not embarrassing to be in the merry death penalty company of countries like China, Burma, and North Korea? Until you abolish this horrible punishment, you certainly have no right to call yourselves a country of high morals. That might be hard to swallow, tough luck. Sincerely, - - - - Dear Mr. President, Why, man, why? Do you want to make the world clean for Jesus, or do you want to make your friends rich, or are those the same thing to you? And why, seriously, why do you want to use the blood of my generation to do it? Sincerely, - - - - [NOTE: The opinions expressed in these letters do not necessarily represent those of McSweeney's, Knopf, Vintage, Kevin Feeney, Jessica Rabinowitz, |