Mister president, you have two issues that concern me today.
One, your war on drugs, especially marijuana and LSD. Two, your need to send our men across the ocean to fix some other country's problem when we have got problems of our own to deal with.

Father Bush, President of America, I feel like you have left Mother Nature of America, the woman who gave me these drugs and allowed me to have fun with my brothers and girls.

Sir, my highschool psychology textbook says there are four types of drugs.
Narcotics, Stimulants, Depressants, Psychadelics.
You Missed the ball.

Sir, we live in a universe that is dominated by Space, and Time. There are three ways of being comfortable in our current space, as we wait until we sleep, either tonight or forever:
Narcotics, Stimulants, and Depressants.

There are two ways of being entertained as time goes by, as we wait until we sleep, either tonight or forever:
Mother Melatonin (Marijuana) And Father Tryptamine (LSD, DMT, Shrooms).

Father Tryptamine lets me eat mushrooms and LSD paper tabs in different places of the world (different types of hallucinogens), because we hunted outside in the pretty green colors for our food, and built creatively shaped buildings in the bright light sun, and saw scary monsters that we hunted and killed for dinner.

Mother Marijuana lets me eat because I had a good day hunting, she lets me eat weed and munchies in a well cooked meal from what we hunted today in the sun. She lets me smoke to feel warmth to pull a blanket over my head, because I had a long day.

If Father feels we've had a good enough time hunting monsters and building creatively shaped buildings, he'll let Mother Marijuana tuck me in at night. If Mother Marijuana feels I am comfortable enough in the space that we hunt in, she will let me go out to see Father at day.

There is only one me. I am my only god. I am the eternal cycle. I am the one that ultimately tries to break Father's rules or Mother's rules.

Sir, you want to know why so many people are using these drugs? Because its not a fun time to watch our buddies die in iraq, so we smoke weed. We don't feel like we're gathering any food (munchies) or building any buildings (doodles and drawings and hallucinated sights), so we go for a trip on shrooms. Your Child, the Society is angry that you dont allow us to love the day and night. So we go at eachother, our own generation, we go for things like popularity and muscles and sex and parties. We go at eachother for whether we like our father or mother more.

Eachother. Our friends. They are the ones that tell us if we have a good mind and attitude, because they choose to be our friends or our enemies. They are the ones that tell us if we have good bodies, because they are our lovers.

Sir, this is why we do drugs. Because you are fighting mother. You are fighting her with your pollution and killing the nature. Sir you are swinging your axe at her as if she was the last tree. Sir you are chaining her to the patriotic home of "America" as if she was the last log.

Then you go out, sir, late at night, and flirt with Mother Nature of Iraq. You pump your mighty oil drills in her smooth virgin deserts so hard that she squirts oil, enough oil that you feel like going back home to hunt for more food with your money. Her husband, Saddum Hussein, fights you, but you beat the shit out of him.

Sir, if you leave all the other countries alone, if you would stop actively minding their own business, your own children and society wouldnt feel the need to drink and do drugs just to fall asleep or ignore the need to fall asleep.

Sir, stop fighting the war in iraq, and you will have a chance to win your war on drugs, poverty, crime, and pollution. Save Mother America.

Father Bush, I live in Toronto, of Canada. The only drug I have ever done is marijuana.

My name is Joe Sullivan.
moeburn Reviewed by moeburn on . Mr President Bush, Cheating Father Mister president, you have two issues that concern me today. One, your war on drugs, especially marijuana and LSD. Two, your need to send our men across the ocean to fix some other country's problem when we have got problems of our own to deal with. Father Bush, President of America, I feel like you have left Mother Nature of America, the woman who gave me these drugs and allowed me to have fun with my brothers and girls. Sir, my highschool psychology textbook says there are four types Rating: 5