Deer
Mistarr Presadint, Iyam writin to u taday cawse my parints disagri
with eech otter. My Dad thinks u r a grete businousman, whowel be jus
wat the contry nedes, wile mommie thinks u r the mowest dispikable
bottum feedor. Aftar yer 'pussie-grabin' coment, Mommie skreemed at
the telivition, and sayd I was two yung to here tawlk lik that.
Daddie sayd it wuld tuffen me up, thayt no kid of hisis gonna bee a
panzi. Mommie then yels at Daddie, and then Dady cals Mommy a bad
werd and stormes out of the hous in a rayage. Hes bin spenden mowst
of hiss tyme awat the tavarn. I am writen to u twoday too awask u if
u culd cawl my howes and straytin evrything owet tween my parints? U
seme lyk a nise mawn. Siyend Timy, ayage fower.