Dear ABC/NBC/CBS/CNN and all Beltway journalists,
We know your days have been difficult since Donald Trump moved into the White House. You have been maligned, both personally and collectively. It has often been terrifying, and always tiresome to watch. So, thank you. For standing in the Blustery Bully’s path day after day to show America how poorly the DC experiment in swamp draining was going, you deserve a long tropical vacation. At least. I know the jangle of Trumpling Bros Circus is coming ‘round the bend toward you. Plug your ears. Rest.
I pray you’ll take the time to consider how desperately Americans want you to walk faaaar away from the Boy who implores us to believe there is a Wolf in the woods who’s going to eat us all. The kid in school who somehow never got suspended for pulling the fire alarm every other day during Mrs. Martin’s very relevant Civics class. Yep. We were standing on the lawn instead of learning about the three branches of government. Thanks, kid.
I’m asking, no begging – let the circus come and go. It will never, ever leave if you paste photos all over our towns heralding the Magical Mystery of Snake Oil politics. Let The Man and his Minions stew in their sour juices at the edge of Power Town. Make them call you. Ignore their calls.
And if you’re really rested up – how about an apology?
It’s been a blissful few short weeks of calling the proverbial spade a lie in real time in your publications/on your broadcasts. Just six days since you actually left the Mugging Maniac standing with limited living room range in the White House briefing room. Finally. FINALLY!
We did not deserve the pile of manure you shoveled onto our driveways, into our entertainment centers, across our hearts and minds for 4+ years. We really didn’t. We grew up in a world where it was okay to listen to you. But in these long, long years since the Beast was let out of his cage, we’ve bobbed up and down across a sea of insanity. We're water-logged. Breathing is labored. Skin is shriveled. Our lingering spirits feel almost nothing but malaise. At the very moment we KNOW we need to rally, we can't.
We just can’t take it anymore.
HELP! Cover the truth. Only the truth.
The Lying King needs an audience. Stop. Giving. Him. One.