Here is Caylee Anthony's latest letter to The First Lady. We emailed Florida yesterday asking people there to email The First Lady with a simple message "Laura, please answer Caylee!" Now we are asking the Islamic and the Indian Embassy to do the same, and the Islamic and the Indian media, along with Washington DC and Los Angeles, California. This child believes. She believes in this woman's power. She believes if she uses it she has a chance for eternal life, instead of being swallowed up by eternal night. She constantly fears that too much is being done for her. She needs encouragement to stay and fight. Nothing would encourage her more than if each person that receives this email sent an email to The First Lady with that simple message and telling who they are. And if they asked their friends to send one and that their friends asked their friends until The First Lady started getting messages from around the world. Here's the link to The White House web site where you can send a message. How long would it take you? How many minutes would you have to spend to answer a little girl's prayer and show her that there are those that want her to have eternal life? Couldn't you spare a few minutes? Couldn't those around you spare a few minutes to send some light to a child in the Darkness?

 

First of all let me thank you for bringing by The Cheneys! Mr. Cheney and his daughters are very nice. I'm sorry it hurt Mrs. Cheney too much to come, but I understand. It was a delightful visit anyway.
And then Mr. Polley's mother came. She is such a joy, so lovable! No wonder Mr. Polley is so nice when he has a mother that is so gracious! She says the things that he can do still troubles her sometimes, just like when he got in trouble when he was young. She wishes there was somebody else that could do all these hard things. She's a mother, what a mother should be. She told me all kinds of little secrets that I'll be able to tease Mr. Polley with! The sock is funny! And he really shouldn't have shot her dress. I can understand why she didn't like the guns. I can't imagine growing up in a house that had no bathroom! That you had to heat water on a stove, set up a bathtub in the middle of the kitchen to take a bath! But people found ways of getting by. She said there were several winters they would've really been desperate if the people Gerald worked for in the summer hadn't given him their leftover food when they went home for the winter, and the neighbors hadn't brought them some of the game that they'd shot, but they got by because they had friends. I think that was so wonderful! I was so delighted when Mr. Polley's mother said that she would be delighted if I became her grandaughter, because she had always wanted her son to have children. It hurt her that he couldn't, and she was always hopeful that it would be fixed. I wish so much I could fulfill her dream!
Hezbollah doesn't know it but they're lucky today that Mr. Polley is their friend, rather they know it or not. Because most of their leaders wouldn't be here if he wasn't! I can't go into much detail, but things would've been very upset today and the wrong people would've been blamed. Mr. Obama should be greatful also. It's a good thing when Mr. Polley says "No! You can't do that!" people will listen! It's still scary.
Mr. Polley is having trouble getting some of his medicine again, something called Gloucophage. I wish so much you could get ahold of someone and see to it that he has a whole year's supply of it, so we won't have to worry about ordering it every three months and concentrate on other things.
I am still asking God to have you deliver my letter. We emailed Florida yesterday asking people to email you and ask you to answer me. I don't know if anybody did, I sincerely wish they had. But what is so frustrating to Everyone Here is the energy comes in! It pours in every time we email! So we know people are receiving them and respond to them, but we can't get anything materially. It is really maddening!
There's one thing I have to mention before I forget. Mr. Polley keeps dreaming that you and Mrs. Obama visit and that you bring Mrs. Clinton under your protection, and that she surrenders to Mr. Polley, or whatever they call it. She asks him to protect her soul and give her eternal life. I am not against this. If she should come to you and ask you to escort her to Mr. Polley so she would not be harmed, I would accept, though I'm very, very angry with her! But there is one thing. If she does she has to follow the ritual, and she should do it in public where everyone could see. She's not gonna sit in a chair somewhere and half heartedly submit. Maybe it's not my place but everybody here says she's got to do it properly, just like they had to. She's not privileged! So if she comes to you, insist on it! That's our right! And I still wish you would give me your opinion on that matter I discussed with you. It is still troubling.
Again I ask for a means of keeping in contact with you when you leave The White House. Please! No email at the state department! Apparently they don't know how to run their email service very well! Or maybe somebody put a glitch in it. I think that's the word somebody told me. But they really need to work on that!
I guess I'll say good bye for today, and remind you that I do love you. And as I said, I believe in you. You shine so when we're together! A light comes from within you just like Mr. Polley. The other demons ask why it doesn't hurt me. I don't know! Maybe because you're trying not to hurt me. There's some questions I can't answer because I really don't understand all this. I just know that most of the time I hurt, but when you're with me and the others are with me that care for me I don't hurt. So I treasure every moment that you're with me. It's pure selfishness, it's pure greed, but it feels so good when you touch me. I know it's not supposed to hurt and therefore it doesn't hurt.