Hey, We Pay Taxes Just the Same

So I have been trying for a couple of days now to reach the White House. No really, I keep attempting to email them, and I cannot get through. I keep having to go through this endless loop that navigates me right up to the point where I can type them, then it kicks me out.

You see, my grandparent's 60th wedding anniversary is coming up in October, and it is possible to request a greeting from the White House for the occasion. They want you to give them at least 6 week's notice, and since I just found out about it a few days ago, my time is ticking.

We are not sure if they will even appreciate the greeting, as they are not big fans of George W. Despite that, we thought it would be kind of a cool thing anyway. Maybe they can just kind of white out the name or something. But at the rate I am being constantly told to pound internet sand by the White House website, it isn't looking very good.

Does the White House somehow know that we are Democrats?

Comments

Anvilcloud said…
We did this sort of thing when m,y parents reached their 60th. We got all sorts of letters, including one from the queen. Good luck with this.
6:12 AM
Melodee said…
You might have to actually use paper and a stamp!
9:43 PM
karla said…
I can only imagine what the current White House administration thinks of Canadian Liberals.

Although, I would find a greeting from Bush entertaining. Sorta like the funny head shot I got of me and the President while visiting Las Vegas last summer.
11:51 AM
Suzanne said…
I like Mel's idea, old-fashioned paper and stamp!

Suzanne
8:48 PM
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