Mr. Trump,
I want to state a few things before I get into this.
1. I despise open letters and politics. So much that when I see either thing on Facebook or Twitter, I log off. No sense in arguing, especially when I don’t believe either party has produced a halfway decent candidate. I try to remain unbiased and calm. I try not to be the people in my boyfriend’s book. (which you can order here: https://www.amazon.com/These-are-Friends-Politics-Occasionally/dp/1942645236) Shameless promotion – check!
2. I’m not a big fan of Hillary. Part of me is happy that there is finally a female running for president. The idea of a female president brings so much joy to me. Just not her.
But this post has nothing to do with who I plan to vote for. This has to do with you. (I bet you’re thrilled!)
To be honest, I thought you were joking when you threw your name into the ring. What is this ridiculous and certainly sleazy billionaire reality tv star doing? He’s not even qualified. Is Ashton Kutcher going to come out and yell that we’ve all been punked? But you stayed with it, muttering offensive things and threatening to build a wall and make Mexico pay for it. I noticed how people were on your side. The racist underbelly of America came out even more, day by day, as you spit more hate.
“He’s joking, right?” A question I asked my boyfriend many times.
Then you started talking about women. Suggesting that it was Megyn Kelly’s time of the month and that we couldn’t trust a woman with the nuke codes. Bashing women on a daily basis. Saying no one would vote for Carly because of her face. Why did you bring Rosie O’Donnell into this? Was she running too? You continued to rate women on their appearance, call us fat, ugly, slobs, not a “ten” and other disgusting names.
I let all of this go. There is no way he is going to make it. And then you became the presumptive nominee. You suggest more horrible things, you continue to trash anyone that is not a successful white male. You chose Mike “Women Should Stay Home” Pence who has sent Indiana back to the 1800’s as your VP. Did you not hate the LGBTQ community, immigrants and people of color enough? You needed someone who HATES women? You needed someone who wanted to ban the LGBTQ community and punish women who miscarry by forcing them to have a funeral? That guy?! He looks down on girls like me. Girls that feel like they are maybe, I don’t know, ENTITLED TO SOME RIGHTS?! One of those women who feel like some rich white governor doesn’t need to have any say over her reproductive rights. That girl that feels like she should be making more money. The girl that works her butt off to provide for her children. I pay my own bills and still feel like I’m not caught up. But you wouldn’t know about that. You don’t even pay your taxes, Mr. Trump. That makes you *smart!
*please read: burden to the middle class.
Okay.
Now look what you’ve done. Popping tic tacs and grabbing women by the p**** because you’re a man of power and wealth. How can anyone not want that? What 30 something girl like myself doesn’t want some 60 year old orange man groping them? And calling a beauty queen Ms. Piggy and Ms. Housekeeping? I was once in beauty pageants. I wonder what you would have said about me if I made it to that level.
Is this what we want in a President? A racist, sexist, xenophobic, homophobic school yard bully. Someone so under qualified for that job that I would trust my three year old more.
Addy for president!
But there are still people defending you, Mr. Trump. “Bill Clinton was just as bad and Hillary enables it!”
BILL CLINTON IS NOT RUNNING FOR PRESIDENT! Your argument is invalid.
These are the same people who cat call women. Who think it’s fine to follow a drunk girl in an alley. Who defended Brock Turner’s actions. This is no longer lewd behavior, sir. THIS IS SEXUAL ASSAULT. You are no different from the guy that tried to assault me. You are no different from the guys who have assaulted my friends. Guys like you are the reason I’m afraid to walk alone, always looking over my shoulder. I can’t even walk into a gas station without hearing some remark or being told I should smile. Ya’ll don’t know who you are messing with. (Just ask my boyfriend who politely listens to all my rants about guys like you.)
I’m done being quiet. I’m done being polite. I know tonight will bring another outrageous story and yet people will still defend your actions. You’re such a smart guy. Good with money. Not a con artist. Not someone who has been accused of rape. Not a monster.
Please, everyone, you don’t have to agree. I’m well aware that this will cause some tension at thanksgiving. But I don’t care anymore. This is not acceptable behavior. Mr. Trump, I’ll see you in November with all my angry friends.