Monday, May 1, 2017

Dear Mr. Trump

Dear Mr. Trump,

I'm sorry that my previous letter was so cranky.  My cat's been sick and requires medication every twelve hours, the administration for which I need to be sober.

Let me try again:

Congratulations on surviving the Washington Swamp for one hundred whole days!  

And what a 100 Days it's been:
  1. Russians!
  2. Nazis!
  3. Beautiful women!
  4. Lies and deceits!
  5. Betrayals!
  6. Foreign agents!
  7. Spies!
  8. Bombs!
  9. Chocolate cake!
  10. Golf!
Thank you for making my life a James Bond movie, if only vicariously (I hope).  SO much more exciting than that old-maid-in-pants Obama!

I think I'll go lie down now,

Underemployed



1 comment:

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