Dear President Trump,
I’ve been wondering how much longer I’m going to need to address you as President Trump and thus, how much longer I need to send you loving-kindness blessings. It’s already been far longer than I’d like and it could be as long as 2,855 more days if you somehow avoid impeachment and manage to win a second term. That’s a lot of days but I don’t think your presidency will go on that long the rate you are going. For now, though, I’m taking it one day at a time as I try to learn as much as I can from this trial.
We had a guest preacher at church this morning and she reminded us that although we are in dark, uncertain times, things are not as bad now as they’ve been in the past and things are not as bad here in the US as they currently are in other parts of the world. She’s right and I’m grateful for this. I truly am. But I am also deeply concerned that we could very well be heading for another dark age because you and too many other rich, white men have decided the best way to fund yourselves is to pit people against one another in the hopes that we will be so busy fighting one another we won’t pay attention to your thievery and lies. As I’ve said before, this divide and conquer strategy didn’t originate with you, and it probably didn’t even originate with Carl Rove, but you and your administration are running this playbook in truly sick new ways.
I understand that people in Russia are banding together to say they’ve had enough of Putin’s corrupt dictatorship. Despite radio silence and a harsh response from the Russian state, word is getting out that people there are insisting they be heard, that their basic right to transparent governance be respected. And Putin is putting them in jail for gathering and speaking up. It will be very interesting to see what you decide to do or say or not do or say about this; you are in quite a bind here, albeit one of your own making.
On that note —
May you be safe.
May you be happy.
May you be healthy.
May your life unfold and intersect peacefully.