Dear President Trump,
Tonight we went for a pretty rugged hike in the foothills outside of Santa Barbara. The trail was very rocky and there were deep washed out portions that made even regular hiking challenging. As we were heading up we saw some out of shape middle age guys trying to come down the trail on bikes. The older one had clearly wiped out and was hurting. He said he’d not been mountain biking in 20 years and when he was last out here he remembered the trail as a gravel road. There was no gravel left it was so bad and still he insisted on trying to ride his bike over the impossible terrain. He just couldn’t accept that it wasn’t safe and was really a terrible idea. And his friend went along with it. Neither of them even had helmets. We felt sorry for them and were relieved that we didn’t end up having to call 911. Somehow they got away with tempting fate but had one of them hit a rock wrong it could have ended really badly; it was a long way down and there was nothing to break a fall. Sometimes shit happens even when we are playing it safe and sometimes we get by when we are pushing it. They got lucky and so far you’ve really, on the whole, been lucky but I’ll be pretty shocked if your luck holds out. And it’s an even longer way down for you.
I saw a funny, spot-on cartoon with the little paperclip helper from Office today that says “It looks like you are trying to defend Trump’s policies. Would you like me to turn on the cap lock and disable the spell check?” Pretty much nails it, doesn’t it?
May we be safe.
May we be happy.
May we be healthy.
May our lives unfold and intersect peacefully.