Sorry Mr. President.
I’m sorry I can’t “make a donation of $10 or more before midnight”.
This economy, your economy, has left me with less disposable income than ever before.
Your policies have made me, a working student, unavailable to afford a donation to your campaign. I’m fortunate to still have a job and still have the opportunity to go to school, unlike so many others these days.
But those ten dollars will go towards food for me tonight.
And I know I’m not alone.
I have so many friends who have played by the rules, gotten college degrees, are paying off their loans, and who still can’t get jobs.
Whatever’s keeping them afloat are meager savings and contributions from already cash-strapped parents, who have other children to send through college, who are also paying more for gas and basic goods, and who have not received all the magical tax relief you’ve promised.
It’s all broken promises.
I remember your first election. I didn’t support you, but I appreciated that you promised positive change.
But the change has been anything but positive. It was change for the worse.
We, my generation, will be paying for the debt you’ve rung up in just four years, for the next forty years.
Once our student loans are paid off, we’ll be paying off expenditures that we will not even have benefitted from.
And where will those programs be to help us after a life of hard work paying for these programs.
Mr. President, I know you’re a kind and intelligent man with a beautiful family.
Why not take the next four years to enjoy them? To watch your daughters grow up before it’s too late?
The rest of our parents are too busy working to help secure a future for their children and delaying their retirements. Consider yourself fortunate that you have the opportunity to enjoy time with your kids while our parents simply cannot.
I feel it is rather arrogant for you to ask me to give, when you’ve continued to ask over and over again for so much.
A 21-year-old in your America,
Wyatt Torosian