Dear Donald
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Dear Donald
Many people have their different opinions on President Donald J. Trump. Some believe that he is a monster for securing our borders or for refusing to acknowledge gay pride month. Some believe that he is improving this country more and more with every passing moment. Whatever their opinions may be, President Trump keeps standing for what he believes in, and he is doing everything he can to make this country the best it can be. As for my opinions, here is what I would like for my president to know:
Anna Lee VaughnPublished 6 years ago in The SwampDear Donald Trump
Dear Donald Trump, Your hate towards people who are different... it works like a virus. It spreads across the population and attacks the host. The virus you have created has made its way to Canada and now I am seeing the world change before my very own eyes.
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.
Dylan GonzalezPublished 6 years ago in The SwampDear 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.
Ossiana TepfenhartPublished 6 years ago in The SwampDear 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.
Katie MarchbankPublished 7 years ago in The SwampDear 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.
Ossiana TepfenhartPublished 7 years ago in The SwampDear 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.
Donald GrayPublished 7 years ago in The SwampDear 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.
Cecilie BirkshøjPublished 7 years ago in The SwampLiar, Liar, Pants on Fire
Dear Donald, Well, the last year has certainly been a bit of a roller coaster hasn't it. And what a crazy ride it's been.
Rachel NeavePublished 7 years ago in The SwampDear President
Dear President Trump, America, my sweet America, you can be as hard as a lion wanting to be heard and feared and honored, but you can be loving and caring like a little puppy who loves its owner. You can be sour like lemons by making money more valuable than a human being’s life, but you can also be sweet like candy caring for the homeless people and at least giving people money to afford things that they can’t. America, you can make people say, “God Bless America” because they are thankful to be here and have a second chance in life and to have a better future for their kids. Yet you can make people say, “Why did I come here?" After a hard life a person lived and had before coming to you because they have not yet been paid respect for how hard they have worked here. America, you can make people happy you can make people sad, you can also make life easy, you can make life hard. But never forget you will always be in my heart.
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.
April messinaPublished 7 years ago in The SwampDear Donald Trump: Don't Kick Puerto Rico While It's Down
Mr. Trump: I'm not an American, nor do I claim to be. I'm not someone who is hugely political, and many times, I'm not a big fan of the leadership of my own country, let alone someone else's.
Christina St-JeanPublished 7 years ago in The Swamp