Picking the Low-Hanging Fruit

Sometimes, I feel quite impotent in my anger and it might be self-imposed. Several times in the last nine days, I have started writing only to just delete everything and walk away from it. Not because I don't want to vent my frustrations, but because of what I desperately want to vent about. Not because I think it may upset some people, but because everyone else is talking about it.

An Open Letter to President Donald Trump

[WRITER'S NOTE - Yes, this is the second Trump-related post in the same month, and I'm not entirely thrilled on it, either. However, in remembering past endeavors, I missed moments to state my opinion while the subject was still topical. While I understand that the Trump presidency will remain topical for a great deal of time to come, I do not intend to turn this 'project' into a permanent beacon against a President I have little faith in. Let the historians and politicians provide deeper analysis of his coming actions. For now, these are words that I wanted to say twelve hours ago, but sleep overtook me before I could write them. - DF]

Dear President Trump,

I really don't want to talk about it, but...

...it needs to be said by someone. I mean, I started this back up so I could talk and rant and vent for as long as I could stand it, so I had better post something.

And while I am loathe to do it, gods damn it, it has to be done.

So yeah, I gotta talk about Trump and his wall.