Open Letter to Donald J Trump

  

This week's blog is long, so I searched for a special single pic to post to the Gallery.

Photo by Mom, Susie

 My all-time favorite pic of the grandgirls from Way Back When. L to R:

Hailey, graduating from UCF with a degree in Astro-Engineering. Already set with a job at Lockheed-Martin

Riley, full scholarship at Stetson, based on her skill on the euphonium. Majoring in business. Family thinks she would be great in the Hospitality industry; Riley still debating.

Cassidy, finishing her sophomore year at Florida Tech, aiming for her commercial pilot's license. Winner of several scholarships. 

Is Gramma bustin' her buttons? You bet! 

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Intro to Open Letter to Donald J Trump 

I planned my own list of comments on our President's handling of the government for this week's blog, and then my son sent me this Open Letter by the Daily KOS. Now, I like to think I'm pretty smart, but I took one look and knew I had to display it in its entirety. I hope you appreciate it as much as I did. 

Dear Donald Jabroni Trump,

We will keep this simple.
We will use small words.
Short words.
The kind you like.

We do not do this to be mean.
We do this so you can understand it.
We do this because we have seen you try to read.
We have all seen you try to read.
It is painful to witness.

Big words scare you.
Long sentences lose you.
So we keep this small.
Like your hands.
Like your attention span.
Like that wind-up monkey inside your spray-tanned skull clanging its cymbals together when the teleprompter breaks and you have to toss a word salad all by yourself.

We have all seen that happen live.
Nightmare fuel.
So… small words it will be.

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You are a spoiled brat.
You were born rich.
But not like “rich in spirit.”
Plain old “Thanks, daddy” rich.
You came out of the womb without needing to earn anything through talent.
A man handed you millions of dollars and a last name.
It’s as simple as that.

You have not built anything.
Not really.
You slap your tacky name on the things that other people have built.
Then a lot of those things went broke.
Like, a lot of them.
You are the only man in history to bankrupt a casino.
A casino.
A building where people literally walk in and hand you money.
Unreal.

In your business “career”, you were never the scrappy underdog.
You were not clever.
You were just a privileged trust fund clown with a chip on your shoulder. You learned early in life that if you screamed loud enough, people move out of your way.
Not because you are right.
Because you are just so exhausting.

And almost eighty years later, nothing has changed.

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You are staggeringly, historically, profoundly stupid.
This is not name-calling.
This is based on objective observations.

For example:
You called the CEO of Apple “Tim Apple.”
To his face.
In a meeting.
His name is Tim Cook.
Apple is the company.
You are incapable of holding two thoughts in your head at the same time.
Then you lied about it.
Then you lied about the lie.
Then you told a third version.
Three different made-up explanations for two wrong words.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

You like to hear yourself described as a “student of history”, but you described the Continental Army as having “taken over the airports.”
During the Revolutionary War.
Airports.
In the 1770s.
Airports.
And you just kept talking.
You did not stop.
You did not blink.
You did not even realize you said something wrong.

You said the Spanish Flu “probably ended the Second World War.”
The Spanish Flu was 1918.
The Second World War started in 1939.
That is a twenty-one-year gap.
You were off by an entire generation. And an entire world war.

You were asked during a presidential debate which you would prioritize in the nuclear triad.
Triad means three.
Land, sea, or air.
One, two, three.
You had three choices but you picked “rambling” instead.
You rambled on about nuclear being “powerful” and “devastating” until the moderator moved on out of what could only have been pity.
You were auditioning to be the person who controls the most powerful weapons on the planet, but when asked the most basic question about them, you clearly did not even know what they were.
And it’s pretty obvious that you still don’t.

You said wind turbines cause cancer.
They do not.
That is not a thing.
That has never been a thing.
No scientist in the history of the earth has ever said that.
You made it up and then did a little impression of the noise a turbine makes, and your crowd clapped, because for some reason, your crowds will clap at anything.

You drew on a weather map with a Sharpie because you could not admit you were wrong about which states Hurricane Dorian would hit.
You altered an official National Weather Service forecast.
This is a federal crime.
You ignored the law just to avoid being embarrassed about the weather.

You suggested injecting bleach.
On television.
Into humans.
To cure a virus.
Doctors had to go on the news afterward and beg people not to do this.

You suggested nuking hurricanes.
Nuclear weapons.
To stop the weather.
Some serious adult in a briefing actually had to explain to you why that would not work.
Just imagine being that person.
Imagine sitting across from the president of the United States and having to say, “Sir, we cannot nuke a hurricane.”

You tried to explain nuclear weapons in a single sentence that lasted ninety seconds.
It mentioned your uncle at MIT, the Wharton School, the Persians, some prisoners, women being smarter than men, and ended nowhere.
Linguists have studied it.
It is one of the longest sentences ever spoken in public by a native English speaker.
Yet somehow it contained absolutely no point.

During speeches you referred to Hannibal Lecter as “the late, great Hannibal Lecter” and “a wonderful man.”
Hannibal Lecter is not real.
He is a fictional serial killer who eats people.
You talked about him at rally after rally as though he were a buddy you hung out with at Epstein parties.
You did this because you are confused by the word “asylum” meaning protection, and the place “insane asylum.”
So you decided to build an entire immigration argument around a fictional movie character.
That is not politics.
Frankly, there is not even a word for what that is.

You just reposted an AI slop image of yourself as Jesus Christ.
Vestments.
Divine light shooting from your hands.
Healing a sick man while soldiers and nurses looked on in awe.
Bald eagles.
Fighter jets.
I mean the whole fever dream, laid out right there.
You did this minutes after attacking Pope Leo for having the nerve to criticize your illegal war of choice in Iran.
When it spectacularly backfired and even your own supporters called it blasphemy, you deleted it and told reporters you thought it was you as a doctor.
A doctor.
In white robes and a red sash.
With light radiating from your fingers.
A doctor.
You have not been misunderstood. You have been understood perfectly. And it is gross.

You have called yourself a “very stable genius” so many times that it has become a punchline.
No one who is a genius has ever had to declare it.
Not once.
In all of human history.
Yet you say it constantly.

You are not smart. You are loud.
These are different things.
You have spent your entire life in rooms full of people too afraid, or too paid to tell you the difference.
We are neither of those things.

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You do not understand basic economics.

You think tariffs are paid by other countries.
They are not.
They are paid by us.
By Americans.
By the people here who buy things.
This is not a complex concept.
A child could understand this.
Yet somehow, you do not.

You think the stock market is the economy.
It is not.
It is a scoreboard for rich people.
When working people cannot afford groceries, they do not care that the Dow briefly hit 50,000.

You think trade deficits are like losing money.
They are not.
Every economist alive has explained this to you.
You do not listen.
You never listen.
You see a number that looks negative and you react like a dog that just heard a doorbell.
No thought.
Just noise.

You have the economic understanding of a boy who was given everything, lost most of that, but somehow still declares it all as victory.

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You have been destroying lives long before entering politics.

Before you ever stood behind a podium, you were already ruining people.

Contractors who built your buildings and never got paid.
Small business owners who did honest work and got stiffed and told to sue you, knowing you could bury them in legal fees they could never afford.
You did this hundreds of times.
This is documented.

Students who paid thousands to a fake university that taught nothing.
A scam with your name on it.
Innocent people paid based on your name and got nothing in return.

Tenants harassed out of their homes so you could tear down their buildings and put up something shinier.

You did not care.
You have never cared.
Other people are not real to you.
They never have been and never will be.

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Now you are doing the same despicable routine, just at a larger scale.

Now you have the machinery of the federal government, and the damage is no longer measured in stiffed contractors and shuttered businesses.
It is measured in families.

Workers fired from agencies that kept food safe, that kept planes in the air, that kept water clean.
Research killed.
Programs gutted.
Safety nets torn apart.
Not because they failed, but because to you, cruelty is the point.

Veterans abandoned.
The sick uninsured.
Children separated from parents.

A five-year-old boy grabbed by ICE as he came home from preschool.
Used as bait.
A child.
Bait.

Legal residents detained.
Green card holders pulled out of airports.
DACA recipients shuffled between facilities across the country while ICE searched for an open bed.
Over seventy percent of the people sitting in your detention camps have no criminal record at all.
Not even a traffic ticket.
You said you were going after the worst of the worst.
You lied.
You always lie.
You are the worst of the worst.

Citizens harassed for the crime of existing with the wrong last name.
Native Americans questioned about their status.
In their own country.
On their own stolen lands.

And if that wasn’t enough, then your agents started murdering people.

A mother.
An American citizen.
Sitting in her car in Minneapolis.
Your ICE agent Jonathan Ross fired three rounds into her vehicle.
He shot her in the face.
She was driving away after saying “That’s fine, dude. I’m not mad at you.”
She was not a threat.
She was a citizen of the country you claim to lead.
The medical examiner ruled it a homicide.
But your flunkies circled the wagons and claimed jurisdiction so Minnesota could not investigate.
You hid the evidence.
And then lied some more.

Two weeks later.
Same city.
An intensive care nurse.
Also an American citizen.
Shot dead in the street by another one of your brown shirt agents.
Your people called it self-defense.
Yet multiple videos show him disarmed and being held down.
And then being shot repeatedly and inspected for holes.

Two American citizens.
Murdered by federal agents.
In American streets.
In a single month.

Your agents shot fourteen people between September and February.
They fire into cars.
They fire into crowds.
Policing experts have spent decades trying to stop exactly this kind of reckless, indiscriminate violence.
You brought it back.
You funded it.
And worst of all, you celebrated it.

Thirty-two people died in your detention facilities in 2025. The deadliest year in over two decades. And when the oversight offices tried to investigate, you just gutted them too.
You cut the staff.
You shut down the monitors.
You made sure no watch dogs could watch.

This is not enforcement.
This is illegal occupation.
You are the terrorist.

And that is just here at home.
Globally, the number is worse.
Alliances shattered.
Aid cut.
Agreements ignored.
Promises broken.
Democracies weakened.
Authoritarians emboldened.
The architecture of post WWII stability that took eighty years to build, dismantled because you cannot comprehend it.
It’s not even complex.
You just never bothered to learn.

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You have zero sense of decency or humanity.
This is not being a strong man or a tough guy.

You mocked a disabled reporter on camera and then lied about it.

You attacked the family of a Gold Star Army Captain who was killed by a car bomb.
He died protecting his unit.
You attacked his family.
And made yourself out to be the victim.

You called dead soldiers “losers” and “suckers.”
You.
The man who famously dodged the draft with bone spurs so imaginary that you could not even remember which foot they were in.

People in Puerto Rico lost everything in a hurricane.
Their homes.
Their power.
Their drinking water.
Thousands of them died.
Thousands.
You visited and threw rolls of paper towels at them like you were tossing t-shirts at a basketball game. You stood in a room full of people in the hardest moment of their lives and turned it into a photo op.
Always making things about yourself.
Then you lied about how many people died. The actual number was nearly three thousand. You said it was six to eighteen. You lied about dead people to protect your feelings.

You were recorded bragging about sexual assault.
At least sixteen women came forward.
A jury found you liable for sexual abuse.
A federal judge said what you did was rape.
But you dismissed it as locker room talk and threatened to sue every woman who spoke up.

A thirteen-year-old girl filed a federal lawsuit alleging you raped her at Jeffrey Epstein’s apartment.
She filed sworn testimony under penalty of perjury.
A corroborating witness did the same.
The case was suddenly dropped days before the 2016 election after she received threats.
She has not been heard from since.

And you have never apologized for any of it.
Because you are incapable.
Apology requires the ability to recognize that another person’s pain matters.
You cannot do that.
You have never been able to do that.
There is a word for people who cannot do that, and it is not “leader.”

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You are proud of war crimes.

You pardoned war criminals.
Not reluctantly.
Proudly.

A soldier convicted of ordering his men to shoot unarmed Afghan civilians on a motorcycle.
A Green Beret who executed a detained man and burned his body in a trash pit.
A Navy SEAL who posed for trophy photos with the corpse of a teenage prisoner he was accused of stabbing to death.
You pardoned all three on the same day.
And restored their ranks.
Then you posed for photos.
A retired general said it publicly: everything he served for went up in smoke because a man with no respect for the rule of law decided that murder was fine as long as the uniform was American.

You ordered strikes and bragged about the size of the bombs. Your Secretary of War announced that this time there would be no “stupid rules of engagement.”
In case you are not aware, those rules exist to prevent the killing of civilians.
He called them stupid.
And you agreed.
You threatened to target cultural sites in Iran.
This is a war crime.
You said it out loud.
On purpose.
You thought it made you sound tough.

Then you went further.
You threatened to destroy every bridge and every power plant in a country of ninety million people.
You screamed at them on social media, called them crazy, promised them Hell, and signed it off with a sarcastic mockery of their faith.
This was your Easter message.
On the holiest day of your own supposed religion, your contribution to the world was a profanity-laced threat to plunge an entire nation into darkness.
With a sneer.

And then you went further still.
“A whole civilization will die tonight, never to be brought back again.”
You wrote that.
About a civilization older than your country by thousands of years.
About ninety million human beings.
It was a threat of genocide.
It violated the Geneva Conventions.
You backed down, of course.
You always back down.
Of course you tried to spin it.
But the threat was made.
The words were spoken.
Ninety million people went to sleep that night not knowing if they would wake up because a man who cannot find airports on a timeline promised to erase them from history.

This is not foreign policy.
These are war crimes spoken out loud by the dumbest man ever to hold the most powerful office on earth.

You think these things make you sound tough.
They do not.
They just make you sound like every other petty tyrant in every history book that you never read.

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And still…
Still, you stand there.
Smirking.
Dancing.
Waving to crowds who cheer because you taught them that cruelty is strength and ignorance is virtue.

You are not a president.
You are a gold-plated fraud built on privilege, bluster, and the willingness to say whatever vile thing will get you five more minutes of attention.

You are always the loudest man in the room and at the same time, the smallest.
But perhaps worst of all, you are just so boring.
You are nothing more than a tired re-run.

This is not fake news.
We know that will be the next thing out of your mouth.
It’s always the next thing out of your mouth.

Someone says something true about you and you call it fake.
Every.
Single.
Time.
Like a toddler closing his eyes and thinking the world disappeared.

But nothing in this letter is fake.
No statement in this letter is made up.
Nothing in this letter is an exaggeration.
We did not have to exaggerate.
You are beyond exaggeration.
Fiction writers would be embarrassed to pitch a character as ridiculous as you.
Every word here is real.
Every name is real.
Renee Good was real.
Alex Pretti was real.
The children in cages are real.
The contractors you stiffed are real.
The students you scammed are real.
The bombs are real.
The dead are real.

There are court records.
Congressional testimony.
Video footage.
Your own words.
Your own posts.
Your own rallies.
You said these things into microphones in front of thousands of people and then called it fake when someone played it back.

That is not how fake works.

You do not get to say things out loud, on video, in public, and then pretend they did not happen.
You do not get to bankrupt businesses and call the resulting lawsuits fake.
You do not get to stare into a solar eclipse and call the sun fake.
You do not get to have your agents shoot a woman in the face and call her corpse fake.

Every fact in this letter can be verified.
Every claim sourced.
Every number checked.
We encourage it.
Go ahead.
Look it up.
Have someone read it to you.

This is not fake news.
This is your legacy.
This is what you did to the world.
Rest assured, history will remember you.
Just not the way you think.
It will not be kind.
And no amount of your incoherent bluster will make any of it go away.

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