Dear Wall Street,
I sent you a gift of $2000 today, and I am just writing to say that I hope you enjoy it. I hope that after all your six-figure bonuses, this little gift from me helps you to not feel the pinch of the economy too much, while small businesses are failing, and parents are dropping off their children at police stations because they can no longer take care of them.
And dear Congress, enjoy your back-slapping. Way to take a stand. It's amazing how much better that cow patty tasted when it was covered in pork, eh?
Of course, I didn't really send $2000...
...it could be more. Who knows how much this will end up costing me and the other two-year-olds of America?
Dad says this is what you get when you send anti-intellectual robber barons to the White House. I don't know anything about that; I just hope you and your rich friends feel better now, Mr. Paulson, because I'm a sweet little 2-year-old girl, and I like for everyone to be happy.
--Maddie
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Dear Maddie,
Do you know that a baby was actually abandoned at the front door of my dad's church last Sunday. It was only a couple of hours old. It's doing fine now, but was a sad story that was.
Anyhow, I hope you're still enjoying California. My mom met a bunch of people yesterday that only had good things to say about your dad.
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