1. United States
2. Ga.
3. Letter

The House version of the Big Beautiful Bill is a fiscal abomination. The President is abandoning his campaign promises - as expected - and Congress is ba llooning the debt and deficit while hurting average Americans. to reducing federal spending like Clinton and Carter did. Please act immediately to eliminate Medicaid cuts, increase taxes on the wealthy (by closing loopholes if nothing else) and establish a rational approach I offer the following for reflection: Big Ugly Bill: er, a fiscal turf war. carpet, here comes his con A “Big Beautiful Bill” that our wallets pitol thrill. Debt clock sprintin’, Medicaid on the kill, We the pe can’t don. 3‑point‑8 trillion deeper by ’34, That’s arithmetic murd Big bill, big talk, big hole in the till Promises sold for a DJT Ca ople stand still while the millionaires chill. -- Roll out the red turned wildfire — economy bruised. -- When revenue dips but the ou tflow spikes, the debt dragon wakes and the rate hike bites. -- Tru ded art. ge ripped apart, Forgotten folk forgotten twice, that’s a cold‑bloo -- Stackin’ more paper than CARES, IRA, TCJA fused, A dumpster fire axed—again, promises disappear. Seven million needy dumped, covera mp said “hands off Medicaid,” crowd roared with cheer, $625 billion equity chasin’ gains while the poor mop floors. -- y‑six billion bread. Loopholes lounge open like VIP doors, Private‑ s bill flips the script—82 K for the rakes. Lower class gets crumbs , seven‑fifty per head, While a million millionaires feast on ninet -- Trump said tax the tycoons, give the strugglers a break, But thi nfrastructure crumbles, pink slips in the wind. -- SALT cap dodgin’, still servin’ the swank, Sneaks in court‑shield c lauses—contempt goes blank. Cuts dressed up as savings, just a budg in’ overtime. Federal coffers tie hands, can’t build, can’t mend, I et mirage, A high‑stakes heist in a patriotic collage. -- When the debt sky rises, so do notes you sign Mortgages heavier, cards stack r, count courage, not votes; Let the roll‑call echo with the People de in their backbone for some lobby‑bought gold? Eyes on the chambe ’s throats. -- Bill’s headin’ up the hill—does the upper house fold? Will they tra l thrill. Debt clock sprintin’, Medicaid on the kill, We the people stand still while the millionaires chill. -- Dial your senator, fl Big bill, big talk, big hole in the till Promises sold for a Capito ood the lines—don’t be silent collateral. We write the chorus of ac countability—keep it radical, keep it factual.