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.