Dear Donald
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dear donald
The meaning of the term ...President of the United States - the person who holds the office of head of state of the United States government and is elected every four years by the people who live within its states. (This is my version of the definition.)
Donna BolchPublished 4 days ago in The SwampI don’t think you’re racist Don.
4 years ago I was a single mom with a 3 year old, sobbing while watching my daughter sleep and watching you, Donald Trump, win the election at the same time. My heart hurt so much, like it did for over half the country. The biggest sting came the next day when your supporters showed themselves on my page. I had no idea they were there the whole time. They were hiding. Massive groups of people don't hide like that for no reason. They hid their racist views, their misogynist views, their classist views, or they hid the fact they will put all of those things aside in order for personal gain such as tax breaks for the wealthy. They hid until it was acceptable for them to show themselves. They hid until they realized "Hey, he was elected. All of these other people voted for him too. There's no reason for me to not share my views anymore".
This is it.
Dear Mr. Trump, These last four years have been... an experience, to say the least. I'm not really sure how else to describe it. From your election in 2016 until your departure this year, you have both entertained and shamed us. You brought out the best and the worst in our country. You stoked the flames of people's hatred. You rekindled our determination to love. Your supporters loved you emphatically. And those who opposed you did so with an earnestness to end all of the trouble you sowed wherever you went and whatever you laid your little hands or nonsensical words on. You both united and divided us.
Victoria OsbornePublished 5 days ago in The Swamp
Love*, a Canadian
Dear Mr. Trump, I address you in this letter in the hopes of demonstrating my eternal gratitude towards you. There are so many things I wish to thank you for, but any more than this short list would become quickly redundant. So please. Allow me.
I Bid You Farewell
Donald J. Trump, Historical you will forever remain in the eyes of almost every human alive on this planet. I’m sure this brings about one of your rare, but famous, smiles. And I am positive that you have puffed up that chest so proud. You should be. You accomplished everything you set out to do. You made everyone pay attention to you 100% of the time and your ratings were through the roof! People chanted your name from the four corners of these United States. Stand up and pat yourself on the back Donald.
Farewell to Trump
Dear Mr Trump, It is still fresh in my memory. Our Prime Minister Mr Narendra Modi organised "Namaste Trump" a great reception program for you when you came to India in February of last year. I witnessed the program from beginning to end. And I relished your speech word by word. The mega event's illustrative purpose was to highlight your intimacy with India. You wanted to impress 4.4 million Indian Americans well before the U.S. Presidential Election.
I. R. PathakPublished 5 days ago in The Swamp
President Little Hands
Dear Mr President I won’t keep you long as I know you have so many more important things to do with your time, like making sure the artwork in the White House is finally safe at your place (thank goodness!). So, I will model this letter on your eloquent, humble speeches, and never repeat that you are the best at everything because you are the best at everything and no-one is better because you are the best at everything. I totally get you, I could say that all day!
Joseph MurrayPublished 5 days ago in The SwampDear Donald, You have Backpfeifengesicht. Good Riddance!
Dear Donald, Representative Hakeem Jeffries (D) said it best . You are a 'living, breathing, impeachable offense'. I didn't know who you were until the campaign period of 2015. My first introduction to you was through a meme - and it was a gerbil.
Karina ThyraPublished 5 days ago in The Swamp
Thank you Mr. President!
Dear Mr. President, Whether you are impeached or not it does not matter, you've made your mark. You know it and I know it, so I want to wholeheartedly thank you for everything you've done. You have done this country a great service indeed. You have exposed the complete lunacy of the American public understanding and you have been quite proud of that for decades. You have shown us all that within the small corners of our social circles, families and government there is complete and utter lack of understanding of each other and our struggles as move about in this society that has proclaimed to the high heavens that it has been the land of the free since the beginning.
Kassy Mannoua AmoiPublished 5 days ago in The Swamp
Goodbye, Mr. President
Goodbye, Mr. President. I say this with all the civic training and discipline of a person – the daughter and niece and friend of veterans who served this country faithfully – who respects the office you hold for one more day enough to call you Mr. President.
Deeann MathewsPublished 5 days ago in The Swamp
Trump, You're Fired.
Donald, I have to admit the last four years have been somewhat entertaining, a lot more entertaining than any episode of The Celebrity Apprentice. For me, it has been entertaining because I am not an American, If I was the last four years would've felt more like a horror movie, especially 2020.
Gemma WalshPublished 5 days ago in The Swamp
Dear Donald – Goodbye
Dear Donald, So this is it. In just a day, the United States of America will have a new president. A couple of years into your term, I wrote you another open letter. In it, I talked about the hate I have felt towards you and the members of your administration. I’m almost twenty-five years old, and I have known more hate than I would like. There are mornings I wake up and I can already feel it pulsing in my heart: rage, frustration, hopelessness. There are days I have to defend myself against personal attacks by ignorant people, questioning the kind of daughter/partner/person I am. There are nights I cry myself to sleep because I am exhausted and scared. Sometimes I struggle to find a balance between exerting necessary energy and wasting valuable energy. It’s been tricky to navigate my emotions during the last four years.
Katherine J. ZumpanoPublished 5 days ago in The Swamp
