Continuing my unrequited letter writing campaign to Donald Trump (caution: my language here can get a bit coarse at times):
Hello Donald (or, if I might, in your own vein, call you Dunkin Donut Don, mocking your ample girth), I hear you’re hunkering down in the White House basement/bunker, feeling safe as a bug in a rug, comfy as a rat in a dumpster, and frisky as one of your cult members who hasn’t been laid in a month of Sundays. I know, it’s tough being el presidente’, or as your followers call you, Our Dear Leader, after your bud in North Korea.All those pesky decisions, meetings, keeping your hair in order and well-sprayed, making sure enough donuts have been ordered for the day, along with all the whoppers, Big Macs, fries, and shakes that need to be sorted and delivered…on time. I know how you’ve loved those fries ever since you were a kid, assuming you ever were a kid.
Anywhomwhatsoever, as if you didn’t have enough on your plate (no, not your actual plate, big guy), now these riots over the death of an unarmed black man—good guy, I hear—by one of your other “good people” on the other side—the cop who pinned George Floyd down with his knee until he was dead. Right. I’m thinking—I don’t have direct evidence— but I’m really pretty sure the cop was one of your white supremacist [Read more…] about Another Unrequited Letter to Donald Trump