1. United States
2. N.J.
3. Letter

WE THE PEOPLE of the state of NJ are beginning to believe you’ve forgotten for whom you work. Newsflash- it’s your constituents. I know, I know- the president dazzles you. His stuttering, his bumbling, his neck rash, his makeup that doesn’t quite reach his ears, and don’t even get me started on his inability to complete a sentence or stay on topic- like, it’s all just wow. But the truth of the matter is- he doesn’t even know your name. Yes, yes, I know he’s a colleague and you’ve been introduced. What I’m saying is he literally doesn’t know your name. Or his own name, for that matter. He doesn’t even know where he is half the time. But I digress. The point is- he’s on his way out. You know it. I know it. The world knows it. There are whole gambling pools betting on what takes him down. Will it be syphilis? Heart failure? Shingles? Measles? Melania? Drowning in the Washington reflecting pool chasing a poorly glued toupee into the water? Who knows! But when it’s over, I assure you- JD Vance neither likes nor supports anyone but himself. And maybe his couch, obviously. He won’t know your name either- for very different reasons. So who will you have left? Sorry, Charlie- just us. Your constituents. And unlike Mango Mussolini, our memories are intact, and our IQs are above room temperature. It might behoove you to start thinking about what WE THE PEOPLE want now. Before it’s too late. So, mix the concentration camp, melt the ICE, support women’s rights, take action to end the war(s), and generally become a better person and a better congressman. Now.