Dear, Joe Biden

Dear,
Mr. President

Don't send us to war. Just last night I saw in my dreams body bags. Millions of them, like plastic trash bags designated for the United States if we went to war with Russia. Which were ordained over the United States. I also saw Mad Dog Mattis, like he were a dog, pinning me down to the ground, with his nose right onto my lips. And I cried out "I love you," yet he snarled, and spat. Then, other dogs came and hurled him away. Smaller dogs, who were very friendly.

Thank you for rescinding the mask order, President Biden. I have no evil to say of you. You have done well. I know I will be unpopular at my household for saying it, but the country has greatly improved under your stint as president.

However, don't be tempted to send us to war, preemptively. Maybe that is why Mattis hates me. He was like an angry American chocolate Labrador, which I went to pet. Now I say, do with him what you will. But, I am certain there is evil intent in him. We need not go to war. In our age, war would be devastating, and would lead to much mischief. 

Sincerely,
B. K. Neifert