And One Last Plea to Donald Trump
Dear messed up Donald, please reread the sexy, profoundly transformative Goddess of Love Upon a Desk chapter and the Road to Damascus chapter.
Take them to heart. Then change in precisely the way my imagined Trump changes. Surrender to the redemptive power of fantasy.
That’s all I ask.
It’s such a tiny thing to ask.
It’s a strange wonder that you’ve arrived at such a pinnacle of political power. Wouldn’t you agree?
But why squander it by doing predictable things? We, alas, expect and dread that you’re gearing up to magnify your worst qualities.
I need not name them.
Suppose instead you defied the Republican jackals in Congress, blessed your pain and bade it sit quietly in the corner, resolved to heal and make genuinely great this country of unlimited potential, created a council of advisors who helped you map out a truly inspiring direction into the future?
If you truly want a revered place in the history books, a lasting legacy of love, that’s the way to secure it.
Abandon all notions of chest beating.
Of bludgeoning out so-called wins meant merely to stanch wounds that cannot be stanched.
Of soothing your thin, easily bruised skin with the stings, hurt, and revenge you’d like to visit upon those you perceive as enemies.
Be a unifier.
Give up the crutch of divisiveness. Throw it away and walk tall—I mean, really tall—for the first time in your life.
Pink-slip, wave bye-bye to, and say a lukewarmly fond farewell to the know-nothing goofballs you’ve surrounded yourself with, consigning them to a well-deserved obscurity.
Pull together instead an advisory board of wonder and goodness. Name them that: The Advisory Board of Wonder and Goodness.
Hold them to that agenda. No evasiveness, no hidden agendas, no bullshit.
And take to heart their considered advice.
That’s the kind of legacy that will make you a true winner in this peculiar game of life.
Here’s to the power of fantasy!
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