An Invitation to the First President of the USSA to “Show Me the Money” Tree (published 5-22-2021)

Introduction

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay. Free to use under the Pixabay License.

The money tree has to be somewhere. If the above image is it, then it looks dead or barely alive.

My 5/24/2021, Monday, Postal Letter to the First USSA President

May 24, 2021

President Joseph R. Biden Jr.
1600 Pennsylvania Ave NW
Washington, DC 20500

Dear Mr. President:

On 5/17/2021, my wife and I received your 4/22/2021 dated postal letter, regarding the “American Rescue Plan” details. (The envelope had no postmark date, so I do not know how long the postal service took to get it to us.) Your signature is on the letter, as sent from “The White House, Washington.” The envelope, however, came from Department of the Treasury, Internal Revenue Service, Austin, TX 73301-0003.

On 4/2/2021, Good Friday, we received the $2,800 “Economic Impact Payment Card.” We did not need the “rescue” or “economic impact payment.” Since your administration sent it, we deposited it.

I assume that the USA has a “money tree” somewhere; otherwise, I know the USA national debt. You should also. If you do not, you are welcome to watch the debt increase, by the second, on the following three websites.

https://www.usdebtclock.org/cbo-omb-gop-budget-estimates.html
https://usadebtclock.com/
https://www.worldometers.info/us-debt-clock/

It has been said that a word to the wise is sufficient. I wonder, sir, if you are sufficiently wise to understand the wisdom of my word – by means of this letter.

Conclusion

I will have the above letter, in mailbox, with flag up, on Monday, 5/24/2021. I do not know how long the post office will take to get my letter to the USSA first president. My letter, with respect to the office, if not to the man, offers my word of wisdom.

I hope that the president reads and applies the wisdom of my word. Come on, man! You can do this!

Of course, in practical terms, I know that he will never know that I sent this letter. I anticipate that a robotic letter opening machine will open my letter, scan it for content, determine that the content is irrelevant, and send it to the recycle robot.

My wisdom in a word will be someone's toilet paper – eventually. I will have tried!