Dear Donald
Open letters to the President of the United States from the people of the world. Submit your own grievances, praises, and suggestions through Vocal today.
Dear Donald, You Are the New Face of Floyd
Dear Donald, I would like to know how well you know your history, specifically of pop culture. I ask because the world of pop culture—especially music—has always reflected on politicians’ effects on society. And, honestly, I think you probably already set the bar for yourself back in your "glory days" of entrepreneurship, when you first began to turn into a pig.
By Dylan Gonzalez9 years ago in The Swamp
Dear Donald, You're Wrecking My Relationships
Dear Donald, I would like to congratulate you on accomplishing a feat I never thought humanly possible. Though you never actually met me, and though you never actually interacted with any of the people around me, you've managed to wreak a huge amount of my relationships with others.
By Ossiana Tepfenhart9 years ago in The Swamp
Dear Donald, We Will Stop You
"I wonder what would happen if Trump actually did become President. Is that fucked up to think about?" Yes, past Katie, it was fucked up to think about. You were so damn sure of Hillary's presidency that you didn't even think about the consequences of your thought. Obviously, your thought caused Trump to win the presidency. You failed the nation.
By Katie Marchbank9 years ago in The Swamp
Dear Donald: Please Shut The F*&^ Up
Dear Donald, I'm a pansexual, nonbinary/transgender individual who rallies for legalized cannabis. So, to a point, that's basically a guarantee that you wouldn't have gotten my vote, unless I was already dead. I think you're the worst president to ever be elected.
By Ossiana Tepfenhart9 years ago in The Swamp
Dear Donald... Something Smells Funky
Dear Donald, Something — I can't quite make out what it is, yet — smells funky. Obviously, you've noticed it, too. Maybe it's the continuous, yet overbearing, backlashing you constantly receive from every nook and cranny that can find a voice. Even if they don't actually complain, the mice still use ways of whispering. And, oh boy, do they whisper.
By Donald Gray9 years ago in The Swamp
Dear Trump
Dear Donald Trump It is ironic how often we talk about how we speak and why we talk. Mainly because we never really agree on an answer that everyone can live with. However, we all have a tendency to let the discussion die out because grandfather can never be convinced of anything regardless of the number of arguments and evidence. So we're talking and talking but never settle on anything. Therefore, it is not so strange to discuss the connection between words and action.
By Cecilie Birkshøj9 years ago in The Swamp
Dear Donald Trump
Dear Donald Trump, I have yet to call you President Trump. I won't. I did not vote for you and it has nothing to do with me being on welfare, or black, or Muslim, or gay, or a woman. It has A LOT to do with you wanting to build a wall with my tax money to keep out people I don't think should be kept from this country. It has A LOT to do with the fact you are more interested in repealing Obamacare to satisfy your hatred of the man than to benefit Americans. It has A LOT to do with the fact that you wanted to ban Muslims and Syrian refugees from coming into this country even legally or to visit family, just until you could "figure out" what the issue was. But despite my faith in my fellow Americans, you were voted in. At that point, I tried to just accept it. I wasn't one of those crying liberals, or protesting or anything like that, I just sat home and watched you on TV say the things that just made me cringe. I thought, "Well, maybe he just hasn't gotten it down yet." It has been nine months. There are no more excuses. If it took me nine months to learn my job at work, I would have been fired.
By April messina9 years ago in The Swamp
Dear Donald, You Remind Me Of My Cult Leader
Dear Donald, You remind me of the cult leaders I used to work for and I must credit you with at least one thing--you are an expert at exploiting the fear of being wrong. It's brilliantly evil. You are unaware of this, but you have empowered scary people that hide in a sparkly house tucked neatly away in a perfectly groomed neighborhood with a religious following and a million bucks in their bank account.
By Glenn Bushinski9 years ago in The Swamp
