Dear President Trump, I’m torn between elaborating on what seems to me to be the word of the day, which is “sordid,” and wrestling with the reality of being a speck. I think I’ll just list three of the sordid bits that are floating on top of the oil slick this morning and then move … Continue reading Speck-hood
Democracy Under Siege
Unencumbered and willing to speak truth to power
Dear President Trump, Even though I can’t find an updated number this morning and I’m sure there are more by now, did you see the news (as of last night) that more than 560 Republican and Democratic former federal prosecutors have signed a letter stating they believe there’s ample evidence in the Mueller report to … Continue reading Unencumbered and willing to speak truth to power
Sick of feeling stupid
Dear President Trump, I’m quite certain I’m not alone in my strong dislike of feeling stupid – most everyone, including those of you in the news, seem to try to avoid looking stupid at all costs (whether we are successful is another matter entirely). For me, feeling stupid is one of the top three most … Continue reading Sick of feeling stupid
May it not be too much to ask that we simply be safe
Dear President Trump, Why, pray tell, are you feeling so bat-shit crazy anxious on this fine May Day morn that you fired off 60+ Tweets in an hour? It wouldn’t have anything to do with Barr testifying before Congress, would it? Did your panties get in a twist over the release of Mueller’s late-March letter … Continue reading May it not be too much to ask that we simply be safe
We’ve got to do better
Dear President Trump, Apparently yesterday I read “CDC” in too many articles about too many unvaccinated people who’d contracted the measles and I was on autopilot when I attempted to shorthand “Cranky Buddha Baby” with just his initials. So, for the record, Cranky Buddha Baby = CBB, not CBC. Laura caught the error immediately when … Continue reading We’ve got to do better
Enlightening bolts and Mx.
Dear President Trump, I can always tell when you and your administration are stressed because your contact page “autoreplies” are delayed such that notes back to me come in odd clumps days later rather than arriving within a few minutes of submission. This latest round has been going on since the Mueller report was finalized. … Continue reading Enlightening bolts and Mx.
What a whacked situation
Dear President Trump, Hopefully with this 802nd consecutive day of writing to you we are well past the halfway mark of your presidency. Although I do harbor magical thinking fantasies that reason will prevail (sadly, in the current climate, this oxymoron does make sense), I’m under no illusions that you’ll be removed from office early; … Continue reading What a whacked situation
How is it Trump knows no one will testify?
Dear President Trump, A friend of mine who served in Viet Nam came up with a great play on “Mr. Big Stuff” that also fits you terrifically – maybe even better – “Mr. Bone Spurs.” You might have to reread yesterday’s letter to get it, but I think both versions of Mr. BS nicely conjure … Continue reading How is it Trump knows no one will testify?
“Mr. Big Stuff”
Dear President Trump, Usually when song lyrics pop into my head they are from whatever the most current Soul Choir piece is and so “I’ve got a feeling,” which I told you about the other day, has been on almost constant personal-replay for weeks. Catchy and sticky as that song is, this morning when I … Continue reading “Mr. Big Stuff”
A case for impeachment
Dear President Trump, This will likely seem a strange place from which to launch today’s letter to you, but bear with me and we’ll see if I can pull it off. Two minutes ago I gave one of our toilets a “good enough” scrub with the toilet brush. While doing so, I remembered how a … Continue reading A case for impeachment
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