Dear Mr President,
Wow, you sent me a check! In time for my birthday, too! Thank you!
Well, okay - my medical insurance company sent the check. But you made them send it. Too bad I'll have to cash the tangible evidence of a politician's promise kept, the little study - black ink on a light green background - of what Obamacare means to real flesh-and-blood Americans. As opposed to paper-and-ink corporate citizens.
We were born in the same year, Mr Obama, so you know the Affordable Care Act means a lot to me, what with both of us past the age where medical insurance companies really raise the rates. Every. Single. Year. Without Obamacare, I don't think I could afford my policy in another four years.
We were also born on the same day, so it's your birthday, too. Happy Birthday, Mr President. May you celebrate many more birthdays, and at least 4 more of them in the White House.