Dear Trump (aka Tacolini):
I was at your birthday “party.” It was an accident, believe me. I booked a flight months ago to go to Washington, D.C., for a conference. It was only a couple of weeks ago that I realized I’d be flying in on the day of your vanity parade.
What a waste of taxpayer money. It’s as bad as your weekly golf trips.
Yet we can’t afford cancer research, SNAP benefits, Medicaid, an HIV vaccine, etc.
Sure. 🙄
Anyway.
I’m staying up near DuPont Circle, which was a ghost town. I assumed it was because everyone was still at a No Kings protest or at your thing.
Maybe the former, but certainly not the latter. Admittedly, I got there near the end. (Yes, I went because I’m nosy).
I expected to see a whole bunch of your acolytes. I saw maybe three obvious ones and a couple I suspect.

It seemed … poorly attended. I thought I must be missing something. I had a look at social media to see.


Oooh. That’s got to sting.
Oh, yes. Look at you:

It couldn’t happen to a worse person. I hope you had a terrible day. Sorry, not sorry.
I have never liked you. That’s never been a secret. You are everything people teach their kids not to be: greedy, petty, vindictive, boastful, willfully ignorant, etc.
And your policies actively hurt most people and help only very rich people.
[For people who say I have Trump Derangement Syndrome, and my life is better because of Trump, you can f—- all the way off. I know my life, and it was made worse by this idiot’s policies the first time (taxes, work experiences), and already this second time (work repercussions).]
I mean, look at you already backing off your immigration stance.

It’s only because you realized it was hurting your wealthy friends who employ undocumented workers.
As I was walking around, I was pleased to see a few things, such as these lightpost signs:



And then, I saw this:

There was a significant police presence, but not enough humans around to justify.

I heard some sirens and noise, so I followed the sound and found some people leaving the Washington Monument area.

It was a mix of people leaving the parade plus leftover No Kings. Then I went down the block a bit.





Some chanting, that’s it. Peaceful protest.
I was wearing my “Maybe today, Satan” shirt, but I did not get involved. Frankly, in my heart I know not ACAB, but I saw what enforcement folks did to reporters and regulars in L.A. I have a conference to attend, and I can’t do it from the hospital or jail.

So I left, and I ate a lovely dinner at Nando’s. Did NOT raise a glass to you.
I hope you are miserable knowing that millions of people turned out in cities large and small in the U.S. and abroad to protest you and all those who enable you — your junk drawer of a “Cabinet,” the spineless sycophants in Congress, your donors, and anyone who voted for you and still supports you.

I hope you had a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.
With no regards,
Beth


































































































