AN INVITATION TO THE FIRST PRESIDENT OF THE USSA TO REVEAL THE MONEY TREE (published 5/22/2021)

Introduction

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 notice-date postal letter, regarding “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 wise 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 5/24/2021, Monday. I do not know how long the post office will require to get the 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 he reads, in wisdom, and applies the logic of my wise 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 context, determine that the content is irrelevant, and send my letter to the recycle robot.

My wisdom in a word will be someone's toilet paper – eventually. I WILL HAVE TRIED!