Dear Mr. President, 'please make it rain candy'

AP via LA Times ^ | February 16, 2009

[rightwingintelligentsia]

New York -- End war, forever. Make the planet greener. Please help my dad find work. Make it rain candy!

Thousands of kids detailed their hopes and expectations for President Obama in letters and drawings as part of a "Dear Mr. President" project, with 150 chosen for publication in a free e-book being released today, on Presidents Day.

[50mm]

I rate this:

[Hildy]

We have officially entered the FUBAR stage.

[Iron Munro]

[paulycy]

Bend over. Here comes the Unicorn ——> (

[Fresh Wind]

Forget the candy...

[Cyber Ninja]

[Tijeras_Slim]

“Nearly all children nowadays were horrible. What was worst of all was that by means of such organizations as the Spies they were systematically turned into ungovernable little savages, and yet this produced in them no tendency whatever to rebel against the discipline of the Party. On the contrary, they adored the Party and everything connected with it... All their ferocity was turned outwards, against the enemies of the State, against foreigners, traitors, saboteurs, thought-criminals. It was almost normal for people over thirty to be frightened of their own children.”

Orwell 1984

[eggman]

Santa Barack, I needs a new house. Santa Barack, make my employer pay me more for doing less work. Santa Barack, buy me a pony.

I fear we have very little chance of turning things around after this fool and his followers get thrown out of office.

[Dallas59]

[listenhillary]

At least they didn’t have tingles running up their legs.

[Iron Munro]

[50mm]

[ari-freedom]

http://home.comcast.net/~llefler/clavell.htm

So the new Teacher knelt and all the children knelt and they prayed very, very hard. But there was still no candy.

Because the New Teacher was disappointed, the children were very disappointed. Then she said, “perhaps we’re using the wrong name.” She thought a moment and then said, “instead of saying ‘God,’ let’s say ‘Our Leader.’ Let’s pray to Our Leader for candy. Let’s pray very hard and don’t open your eyes till I say.”
So the children shut their eyes tightly and prayed very hard, and as they prayed, the New Teacher took out some candy from her pocket and quietly put a piece on each child’s desk. She did not notice Johnny — alone of all the children — watching her through his half-closed eyes.
She went softly back to her desk and the prayer ended, and the children opened their eyes and they stared at the candy and they were overjoyed.
“I’m going to pray to Our Leader every time,” Mary said excitedly.
“Me too,” Hilda said. “Could we eat Our Leader’s candy now, teacher?”
“Oh, let’s, please, please, please.”
“So Our Leader answered your prayers, didn’t he?”

[ari-freedom]

see post 33

[Names Ash Housewares]

The sad thing is, most adult Obama voters pretty much expect him to be able to make it rain candy.

[Chode]

[Rastus]

Stand under his nose, kids. That’s where the candy is most likely to rain from.

[Chode]

it was, by proxy...

[Rastus]

Did you know that the full title of "Dear Mr. Jesus" was "Dear Mr. President Jesus"?

Dear Mr. Obama, I just had to write to you
Something really scared me, when I saw it on the news
A story 'bout a little girl beaten black and blue
Obama, thought I'd take this right to you

Dear Mr. Obama, I don't understand
Why they took her mom and dad away
I know that they don't mean to hit with wild and angry hands
Tell them just how big they are I pray

Please don't let them hurt your children
We need love and shelter from the storm
Please don't let them hurt your children
Won't you keep us safe and warm

Dear Mr. Obama, they say that she may die
Oh I hope the doctors stop the pain
I know that you could save her and take her up to the sky
So she would never have to hurt again

Please don't let them hurt your children..

Dear Mr. Obama, please tell me what to do
And please don't tell my daddy
But my mommy hits me, too.

Please don't let them hurt your children...

[Chode]

new tag line...