fun, I love the name Mugsy Peabody!

Dear World Leaders, Why don’t you all take a long trip somewhere and have a bakeoff, and whoever makes the best fudge can come back and help out. My momma said “Nice idea, but it’s not time yet.” I am going to write to God and tell God that the world is a sad place and God didn’t do it. Do those politicians think by acting like gargoyles and crocodiles this is playing well with others, and telling the truth. My Dad said “Truthfulness is the foundation of all human virtues,” and here in my neighborhood of Lost Hope, we have draped our TV with black and won’t listen to it anymore. I still have hope though, because I know each grain of sand is different and combined with the other grains of sand, it can give off strength and pleasure. I think there should be a school where politicans go and they learn how human beings on the planet are like their bodies. the body seems to handle all the differences and get along. My Uncle Bill had cancer and Mom said, “It’s really a disunity and chaos within his system.” It strikes me we have cancer stuff going on, and that makes me very sad.

Obama would be a BMW, Clinton would be a car with Fins, and McCain would be an Edsel