Your Majesty,
Please, for the love of all that is good and holy, do not, under any circumstances, turn your back on George on Monday night.
This may happen:
Our current President has a problem when dealing with strong women. He further devolves when dealing with women in leadership positions.
Perhaps that is because he just views women as something to be used.
For example,
He is also a social moron whose sense of humor and tack never developed past the third grade.
As such, he is sure to do or say something during your meetings with him that will surely embarrass us and humiliate you. Indeed, the odds in Las Vegas are currently 1 to 2. So it is a sure thing. It will happen. He will wear a cowboy hat or boots to the white tie State Dinner. Or, after the meal is over, he will prop his feet up on the table and undo his belt, declaring "Boy am I stuffed." Or he will use a steak knife as a toothpick and injure himself. You think I am kidding? The man can't ride a bike without falling off and/or killing someone.
So, keep your distance. Don't turn your back. Don't even laugh at his inane and stupid jokes, for you will only encourage him.
And, Your Majesty, please accept our sincere and most heartfelt apologies in advance.
For what, you say?
Trust us, and just accept our apologies. That way we won't have to give them on Tuesday morning.