August 13th, 2011
09:12 AM ET

Letters to the President: #936 'Under the e-mail-alanche'

Reporter's Note: It has occurred to me that the White House probably gets a lot of mail. Still, that does not dissuade me from sending a letter a day to the President of the United States. Go figure.

Dear Mr. President,

I can hardly express my unbounded joy: Today, in a fit of uncontrolled energy I attacked my e-mail inbox, and like a whirling dervish of deletion, I crushed the number of messages down below 10,000. Huzzah!

Now, I realize this may seem like scant accomplishment to many folks who would react with goggle eyes and a shouted, “Ten thousand! Good Lord!” I can’t blame them. Not long ago I felt the same way, but that was before I was fully caught in the weekly avalanche of communication that characterizes DC these days.

I’m sure you get it even worse. Seems like everyone and his brother has some point to get across. (Yes, yes, I can hear you mumbling, “For example, I know an idiot who writes a letter to me every day.” And, with all respect, you can keep your sarcasm.) I receive messages from all the big, regular players, like the Republican Party, the Democratic Party, the Tea Party, and the Birthday Party. No, wait, scratch that last one; that was an invitation from a friend.

I also get thousands of messages from all sort of PR people, interest groups (not all of which are very interesting, let me tell you,) rabble rousers, researchers, sales people, columnists, pollsters, and freelance experts looking to be interviewed. “Need an expert who understands the psychology of the markets from a juggler’s point of view? I’m your man!”

And that, of course, is the whole problem. So many people spend so much time shouting for attention here in DC, I often find myself struggling to find the real deal…people who actually know what they are talking about and who can contribute to the conversation.

And I fear it will only grow worse as the campaign cranks up. So whether you are impressed with my e-mail smack down, you can bet your rose garden that I am. After all, if I don’t get rid of all that junk e-mail, how on earth will I have room for all that is heading my way?

Speaking of which, if you decide to send a note my way, could you please write something in the subject line to get my attention? Something like: Hey, Tom, it’s the president! READ THIS!