It HAS to be Said, Dotard

Dear Donnie:

There are millions of Americans, and people all over the planet, who tune into the news every morning hoping to hear that you are dead. Some wish you a slow, painful death – others don’t care if you die peacefully in your sleep, just as long as you’re gone.

You are a laughingstock the world over. Every time you speak, every time you tweet, every time you make yet another totally incomprehensible statement, the entire world laughs at your ignorance, your incompetence, and your blatant stupidity.

And their scorn is not limited to stories about nuking hurricanes and ingesting bleach, because there’s also your physical appearance to yuk it up about – your orange face, your ludicrous hair-do, and your pitiful, lard-ass waddling around while claiming to be physically fit.

At this moment, you are probably the most reviled person on earth, as despised as Hitler – if not more so.

Most presidents leave office with at least some, if not many, truly laudable achievements attached to their tenure in office.

On the other hand, your legacy will be four years of disaster visited upon the American citizenry, and a nation mired in the turmoil and division that you created. Your legacy will be 150,000-plus deaths – most of them avoidable. Your legacy will be a failed economy, and innocent children locked in cages. Your legacy will be that of a traitor who put Putin’s interests above those of your own country, and your own interests above those of your fellow citizens.

After you’re gone – which is now inevitable – the world will be watching as you face charges you can no longer protect yourself from, and your corrupt cohorts will be as powerless as you are. There will no longer be an AG Bill Barr to cover for you – there will no longer be anyone left in power who can save you – in fact, your covey of Judases will be telling newly-appointed investigators that they really didn’t know you at all.

Yes, the world is watching, Donnie. They’re not watching in hopes that you will rise from the ashes like a phoenix – they are watching as you go down in flames, and lovin’ every minute of it.

You have now been exposed as a self-made-billionaire-wannabe who lost every dime Daddy Dearest left you, a ‘stable genius’ who brags about having (allegedly) passed a simple cognitive test, and a self-absorbed idiot who still believes in ‘internal polls’ that show you’re winning.

You’re going down, Donnie – and the true legacy of your “pResidency” is the fact that the party that kissed your ass for four years is going down with you.