1. United States
2. Letter

You are, without a doubt, the most shameless political con artist in American history. And I’m not saying that with admiration—I’m saying it with disgust. You flip-flop on every issue like a fish gasping on a dock. From pretending to care about working-class Americans to suddenly forgetting your anti-war stance the moment it’s convenient, your positions change more often than your spray tan fades. It’s impossible to take you seriously when you’ve never taken truth seriously. You talk about patriotism, yet you spent your presidency funneling money into your own properties—blatantly ignoring the Emoluments Clause like it was a speed limit in a golf cart. While Americans were struggling, you were billing the Secret Service for rooms at Mar-a-Lago and pocketing campaign donations like a crooked televangelist. And let’s be honest—your obsession with image is laughable. You spend more time pouting about your crowd sizes and fake polls than most people spend on their kids’ birthdays. Your pouty scowl, orange hue, and too-long tie aren’t fooling anyone—they’re just a cheap disguise for insecurity and cowardice. You had a chance to lead with strength, dignity, and vision. Instead, you chose to whine, grift, and incite. You don’t represent American greatness—you represent its ugliest impulses: ego over ethics, cruelty over compassion, and power over principle. I don’t wish you well. I don’t wish you peace. I wish you accountability. Relentless, inescapable, no-spin-zone accountability—for every norm you shattered, every lie you told, and every community you betrayed. History will not forget what you did. And neither will we.