Dear Mr. Trump,
We accept the fact that we have to sacrifice a whole four years in a complete political apocalypse for whatever it was we did wrong.
But we think you’re crazy to build a wall and make Mexico pay for it, withdraw from the Trans-Pacific partnership, endorse ridiculous amounts of self-tanning, dismantle public education, bomb the hell out of the Middle-East, force Hamilton to apologize to Mike Pence and make us write an essay telling you who we think we are.
You see us as you want to see us. In the simplest terms and the most convenient definitions.
But what we found out is that each one of us is an immigrant…
and a nasty woman…
and a puppet…
an apprentice…
and a bad hombre.
Does that answer your question?
Sincerely yours, the Bipartisan Club.
