Dear President Trump, I don’t know if you, or whoever reads these letters for you, felt it, but at the end of yesterday’s letter I sent a Category 5 blast of anger and frustration at you and at the economic system you and yours have milked so hard that next to nothing is left for … Continue reading SCOTUS and the scourge of anonymous money
Boundaries
The numbing down of America
Dear President Trump, Apparently you didn’t get the memo, or the Constitutional law lesson (duh), that it’s not ok for US Presidents to “joke” about cancelling elections. You also apparently don’t know (yeah, right) that elected officials aren’t supposed to turn official gatherings, addresses, or meetings into campaign events. You’re like a child who’s constantly … Continue reading The numbing down of America
Where is the outrage?
Dear President Trump, Maybe it’s because you threw it out the proverbial car window as you slammed into the dry goods storefront on your way to hell, but it looks like most news outlets are giving only a tiny nod acknowledging your comment to Imran Kahn that you could take Afghanistan off the map in … Continue reading Where is the outrage?
Patently unfit
Dear President Trump, Yesterday, not two hours after teasing about today’s letter including unicorns, Laura and I went and got pedicures at a new salon where the décor is dominated by unicorns. Seriously. They have large pictures of white, sparkly unicorns prancing in fantastical super-saturated colorful settings adorning the walls of the salon. It was … Continue reading Patently unfit
Checking virulent pomposity
Dear President Trump, Just because we’re both human, you and I have some basic things in common, like we both put our pants on one leg at a time, that sort of thing. Well, unless you have someone dress you and to keep you focused they make a game out of it and have you … Continue reading Checking virulent pomposity
May we get over ourselves
Dear President Trump, It used to be that our church had two services, the first at 9 and the second at 11, with choir practice in between at 10. I thought that arrangement was pretty great; on mornings when I felt antsy and wanted to get on with the day, I could go at 9 … Continue reading May we get over ourselves
So many phoenixes rising (out of the ashes of the patriarchy)
Dear President Trump, This morning I have three true stories for you, all of which I heard on the same day last week. The first involves a woman who re-entered the work force a few years ago and whose talents have quickly become apparent. Recently her boss asked her to take over a poor-performing department … Continue reading So many phoenixes rising (out of the ashes of the patriarchy)
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