House of shards

Dear Mr. Trump,

I don't have any kids and it's on days like these that I am thankful that I don't. No child of mine will grow up in a world where the president of the United States acts like a school ground bully and gets away with it. Where science is brushed aside as "just another opinion". Where on 20 January 2017 all words of hope were sucked into a vortex, only to be replaced by a language that was pretending to "tell it like it is", but that was really just feeding into people's fears.

I have so many questions. Are you really such a narcissist that it doesn't matter what we tell you or ask of you? Do you really lack the common sense that with "leading by example" comes responsibility, grace and moral decency? Are you really channeling the darkest corners of Frank Underwood's soul? Well, I have seen Frank Underwood. And you, Mr. Trump, are no Frank Underwood.
You probably really believe that the media are out to get you. You probably really think you are the saviour that will make America Great Again. You probably didn't even realize that you where inappropriately rambling on about yourself and the crowds (the crowds!) you drew when you should have been talking about the CIA. Perhaps you have even been able to ignore the protests that went on yesterday on seven continents - including Antartica. After all, your own press propaganda secretary didn't even mention them. Quite remarkable, given that the crowd right outside your own door was loads bigger than the one you drew the day before. But let's be honest, it probably did piss you off just a little bit, didn't it?

You know what, Donald? Can I call you Donald? There are so many ways to end up in the history books. So many ways. In fact, seeing how you appear to be so unattached to facts I really do wonder why you didn't choose to go the Ron L. Hubbard way and just create your own little universe rather than ruining ours. Or is that what you are trying to do anyway? By bashing the press corps and rolling out your own propaganda machine on Twitter? Did your press propaganda secretary even know he was signing up for that?
It doesn't have to be like this, you know. Just sit back for a minute and think if deep down inside you really, really want to go down as the man who became a cross between Hitler and George Orwell's worst nightmare, who turned the united states into the divided states of America, who built a golden tower and lived in a white house, but who left nothing but blackness in his wake. It's not too late to turn things around. But know that if you don't, then we are onto you. You may have surrounded yourself with spineless yes-men and the occasional female variant, but most of us haven't lost our common sense yet. We, "the people" of this planet will not let you get away with this irresponsible and dangerous conduct. Resistance has never been futile.

Love,

de TV dokter

PS Geert Wilders, if you read this: don't make me have to write you one of these as well!