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Dear 45 I would use your name but I don't believe you deserve to be named. A number is even too much value to give you honestly. I'm sure if we ever met you'd feel the same about me yet the difference is you have genuinely destroyed the lives of millions of people living in the United States...while you'd hate me for who I love, my queerness, my black skin, my respect for science above religion, my religious views and much more.
Dear Donald, There’s a pain in my chest. Not on my left side, over the heart, but on the right where the heart might’ve been but isn't. It hurts here whenever I overeat. This morning, I was making bacon the way I did back at home on Sundays. The whole slab for the whole family. I live far away and alone now, though, so it’s different, but I cooked it all up anyway, a giant pile of bacon all for me, and it’s not even Sunday, it’s Tuesday morning—okay, afternoon—but the point is that in my heart, or whatever’s on the other side, I’m still cooking for five. And so I eat for five. Is this how you feel? I know it might seem odd that I’m writing to you about this, Mr. President, and not my doctor, but I just thought you of all people might understand.
The aftermath of January 6th continues to expose the true nature of Trump supporters every single day. During the attack on the Capitol, they urinated and defecated all over the place like wild beasts. They erected a noose, chanted hang Mike Pence and some admitted to wanting to assassinate various members of Congress. American flags were removed and Trump flags erected in their stead. Confederate flags were carried through the White House and an innocent black woman in LA was attacked by a group of Trump supporters. President number 45 has brought this on by winking and nodding at extremist groups and now a photo has emerged of a man wearing a disgusting anti-Semetic Tee shirt.
Bettering this country and society as a whole runs far deeper than voting. Of course, voting is a huge step in which we have the opportunity to contribute to the change in our future as a country, however, there are certain things that a vote will not necessarily change. As an African-American girl, there are things that I am more likely to face on a day to day basis compared to my friends who are non people of color.
Dear Donald, It has been really interesting seeing how a businessman with no leadership experience handles political leadership, so it is nice to see that. While I may not be the biggest fan of you and your policies, I did watch your administration and see it as a fascinating macroscopic experiment in populism. As a data scientist, I can appreciate observing things about human behavior to gain more information about how certain people and human beings tick & may I say, it was great learning what made you and your base tick.
Dear Donald, Do you know what I miss in being a child? The way I was so happy with little things. My world was diminutive but it didn't have any mental boundaries I couldn't stretch. I playacted and was everywhere and yet at the same time, I was in my living room with my dolls too. My favorite Christmas movie was 'Home Alone: Lost in New york' because the child in me wanted to explore the world around me even as the adults warned me against the dangers of the world.
Dear Sir, As you prepare to leave the hallowed position of President of the United States of America, you ought to know that we are no longer united. Sure, it could be said that as you campaigned across the country in 2016 that the U.S. was already suffering fissures in our foundation, you did nothing to heal those fissures. In fact, it could be said that you caused an eruption rivaling Mount Vesuvius that broke us apart further.
Dear Donald Trump, As a modern pop-culture icon, you disappointed me in how you represented our "Great" nation. Growing up, I learned that America was Beautiful because it was the land of the free and the home of the brave. Not just the brave soldiers who fight to keep us free, but the home of the many different shades of bravery - from the LGBTQ+ community to those still suffering from the lasting effects of outdated prejudices. The way you abused your freedom of speech to cause dissention and revel in hatred between the many different peoples pursuing happiness in America causes me pain. I am angry.
Dear Donald Trump, Wow, it’s been an interesting four years huh? During your time in office, everything has changed. Many people have been hurt in your name, families have been separated, and people have suffered. Despite this, there is only one simple thing I want to say to you. One simple sentence that I want to shout at you from the top of my lungs while looking you right in the eyes.
Normally, most letters begin with "Dear," but I find you anything but, Mr. Trump. So, hi there. Or, bye there, I guess. Never have more satisfying words fallen out of my fingers and into this letter. Mr. Trump, my name is Theo. I'm 21 years old, queer as all hell, and your government wants me dead.
Dear Donnie, Can I call you Donnie? Hmm, no answer, eh? Ok, Donnie. Wow. There were times I never thought we'd get here! Especially when that End of Days clock started getting close to 12! Whew!
Dear Don, I would like to sincerely thank you for my genuine interest in American politics over the last four years. As politics go, it has never been a high priority for me to keep up-to-date before moving to the US; even with Obama in office, the knowledge I have consumed since you began your Presidency is rather considerable and quite remarkable. Who knew I'd care even a little. Hell, I'm not even able to vote here, but I did know American politics affects the whole world, and I better be awake.