Dear Beto O'Rourke

Dear Beto O'Rourke,

Your wife ever leaves you, you know where to find me.

Rock on,

Underemployed

Dear Lindsey Graham

Dear Lindsey Graham,

Keep playing your cards right, and you could be the next Rudy Giuliani.

Congratulations,

Underemployed

Food for Thought

Dear Mr. Trump,

Is it possible - just maybe, mind you - that the reason you get negative results when you google yourself is that you are a really REALLY bad person/"president" and that NOBODY, in spite of what you may have been led to believe by certain self-interested parties, actually likes you?

Give it some thought.

(And, yes, you really are that orange.  Now google "weird hair".)

Searchingly yours,

Underemployed

  

Rest in Peace

Blessings on you, John McCain.  America owes you her admiration, her respect, and her gratitude.  You gave us an ideal of a hero.

May those who love you find peace in their memories.  And may we continue to honor your legacy of bravery.

The Future

In the future, when the tales of our era have been written, and have found their way into the chronicles of history, our children will read about how Mr. Trump was taken down by Mr. Pecker.  

And they will laugh.

I hope.

Not So Fast

Bad Idea:  Impeach Donald Trump.

Hear me out.  Two words:  President.  Pence.

Could be even scarier.  The Great American Theocracy.  In other words, everything will still be awful, but he'll be doing it because that's what Jesus wants him to do.  At least that's what the voices are telling him.

I think I'd rather have someone who bribes porn stars.  

Dear Mr. Trump

Dear Mr. Trump,

Dude.  You're toast.

Hallelujah,

Underemployed