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George: You don't know me; I live in the heart of this great nation called the United States of America. I live inside the heart of every American and every human on earth. I'm that spot in your heart that pumps fresh air into the smut that we inhale every day from your administration’s destruction of me. I am a person and I am angry. You don't know me because I haven't been loud enough for you to hear me and get to know me. I'm the heart of all of those people you have touched with sadness and grief. I wake up every morning and go to work, I make just enough to support myself, I don't own a gas guzzling SUV and I didn't vote for you or any election that your family has been associated with for the last 4 decades. You almost got to know me once in 1988, with your daddy's connection to a sadistic child porn and kidnapping ring that was running amuck in the little big city in the heartland of Nebraska. I wish that you would have gotten to know me back then because it would have meant that my voice would have been loud enough to be heard over you and your family’s scandal. You didn't get to know me but I got to know you, the true you, the corrupt, vile, sadistic, pedophilic person that you and your family are really about. You don't know me but I would like to introduce myself to you. My name is unimportant to you but I'll describe myself a little to you so that you might better be able to understand who I am, and who the people like me in the world are, and who you are soon going to get to meet. You might want to have old Dick Cheney maybe read this letter with you because he might better be able to explain to you, due to his own heart experiences, the kind of person that I am and what it means. George, I am like a heart attack that is about to happen to you. I realize that your heart doesn't have the capabilities to feel any emotions, since this has been apparent for most of your life. But no George, believe me, this is how you are going to feel. I'm a lot like a heart attack George and let me explain to you what I am and what I can do to you. You'll first get a little twinge inside your heart, a pain that makes you take attention. You'll wonder "What was that?" kind of feeling and you'll shake it off and continue doing whatever it was you were doing. But soon you'll get a stronger pain, and then a tingle down your arm. You will have no choice but to pay attention now and you will begin to have little fear coming over you. You'll have to sit down and take a rest. But George, just like the start of a true heart attack, you won't be able to brush this off. Soon you heart will begin giving you pain that will drop you to your knees and at this point you will be begging the Jesus whose name you have been taking in vain, and swear that you will never again hurt anyone and you will help all the poor. But George, it will be too late for you by that time. I am your heart George; I am the heart of America. We the people that have a heart are like the pumping of such blood that feeds yours. And unlike you, I do know you. I have paid very close attention to you; I have been quiet, except to educate my own children to fight the battles that I have fought since I was their age with your family. I have kept my heart healthy, I eat right, (I smoke but no worse then what you give me to breathe anymore) I care about my fellow man, and I want everyone to have the same rights as myself. I am like your heart George, and I am about to drop you to your knees. You killed my brothers and sisters in full view on TV, right in front of my eyes. You held back help and aid to dying people as they slowly starved to death. Well George, there is an old saying in the heartland of America. You reap what you sow. I only wish that I could be the one in that room with you, when your heart drops you to your knees. I only wish that I could be holding the aspirin or defibrillator as I stand across the room and smirk at you while you experience the slow painful death that you will encounter as you die in front of me. I can only hope I can be as uncaring and despicable as you have been to me and my fellow humans during this time with you. I honestly hope George that you experience as much pain as you have given all of us because of the lack of caring from your own heart. I hope that you have gotten to know me better George, I'm your heart and I'm about to take you to your knees. It was nice knowing you. Adios... The Heart of America
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