Dear Mr. Trump:
Sorry, but I cannot address you as ‘President Trump.’ Not when I regard you, and every individual who has sworn allegiance to you, as fundamentaliy illegitimate. You are all disqualified for positions of high authority by your rank dishonesty and willingness to sacrifice honor for personal gain.
Let there be no question about it. You are a national disgrace, and unfit to hold the title and the powers of the highest office in our land. You are as authentic and honest as å $3 bill.
And like a $3 bill, your value will last only as long as those who have chosen to trade in such currency continue to feast at your table.
Your presidential acts to date carry the stench of self-serving behavior and, if there’s any sense of national interest, your pursuit of it seems mostly delusional. As if you feel the need to prove the depth of your intellect by the amount of confusion it’s able to create. With each of your appointments, especially to positions of power, it becomes more evident that your choices are dictated by the thinnest of logic streams, that obedience to you must be absolute, and that one day when you choose to act against the Constitution for a second time, these fellow travelers would never dare impede your actions.
Running for president to avoid the consequences of your criminal behavior, you made a mockery of our political system. Could you have run out the clock on your federal charges without the assistance of corrupt judges and Republican Party hacks? Probably not.
Unlike those corrupt judges, most of us accept the fact you sent a mob to sack the Capitol on January 6 of 2021.Which is why, in our minds at least, you are barred, under the 14th Amendment, from ever serving in any capacity in our government. No matter if a corrupt Supreme Court tells you otherwise.
SO here I am, a 79 year-old retired writer and ad guy. I’m not the activist to mount the revolution you and your gaggle of sycophants deserve.
So it must follow that my opposition to your rule will be mostly silent, mostly unfurled in the dark recesses of my mind where you will never receive acknowledgement as my president, nor earn my respect and support. I am not a law-breaker. I will continue to pay my taxes, live a lawful life. But I will never forget. And never give up hope that one day you—and all those who gain their legitimacy by propping you up—will be brought down.
Your desecration of the Constitution cannot be cancelled out by a single election. Your infamy will be taught in schools for decades to come, your memory a canker on the soul of American democracy.
No surprise, if one day your face, like that of many American presidents, will be featured on American currency.
It only took 249 years, but America finally has a president worthy of appearing on a $3 bill.