media portfolio #10

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q56pHCGrlc4
In this song titled "Dear Mr. President" by Pink it touches on issues that are very sensitive in America today. The song is a letter to the President asking him pretty much why has he blindly sent our fathers, brothers, uncles, and husbands into a pointless war. It's easy for him as the President to sit and watch things happen because he thinks his decisions are right but he isn't the one fighting and loosing his life day after day. She says in the song "How can you sleep while mother's are crying." She says that families don't even get to say goodbye and he is sitting there like nothing is happening. How can you think that we are in an ok war and homeless people are on the streets everynight. If he is supposed to be the leader than lead. How can you be ok when so many of your people are dying and holding on by a thread. The war is affecting everyone in a bad way. She says in the song " What kind of father might hate is own daughter if she were gay." I am very religious but I can't hate someone for being different from me. I'm not God and at the end of the day no one has to answer to me. He is quick to say how certain things are wrong and these type of people should be treated differently because of the lifestyle they live but he forgets that before he was president he drank whiskey and and abused cocaine. The song is powerful because it's the way that alot of people feel. People are struggling everyday with the decisions that the president makes. If he were on the other end maybe things would change for the better.

I agree completely with the song that Pink wrote. I have had family members and friends fighting in a pointless war. I know the pain of not knowing when they will be home and if they would return home alive at all. I have walked along the streets of downtown Cleveland and seen many many homeless people. The President is supposed to make things better and instill hope and comfort in people not make things worse and put fear in their hearts.