I tried to write you at the White House during the "end days" of your presidency but, of course, the email didn't go through. I welcome this opportunity to tell you what has been welling up in me for the past eight years. I've anticipated writing this every time another disaster befell our country but, to be honest, they just kept piling up and, at the end, became overwhelming. Finally, to secure your place in the chutzpah hall of fame you embarked on a rehabilitation of your image. Are you kidding? You fucked up this country like you fucked up everything in your life you touched. George, you are not half the man your father is. Not as smart, not as accomplished, not as courageous. You are a disappointment and as all reformed drug addicts and alcoholics, you have created a world of delusion to hide this truth from yourself. Your role in life was to be a frat boy party boy forever living in the shadow of a larger than life father. You had all the advantages in life but brains. If you had been born in the ghetto, you'd be sitting on some steps with a pint of Thunderbird in a brown paper bag. You made Ronald Reagan look like a fucking genius. Now that's an accomplishment! As Divine said, "Good riddance to bad rubbish!"