Dear Mr. Trump:
I understand you are unhappy that the news media don’t accept every word that tumbles out of your mouth as gospel truth. I’m told you want an apology.
OK, here goes:
I’m sorry that your mother didn’t raise you right and you never learned what bad manners it is to mock disabled people. I’m sorry that your life experiences are lacking in that you never learned the difference between bullying and leadership. I’m sorry that your education didn’t prevent you from becoming an ignorant ass.
I’m sorry that your business skills aren’t strong enough to prevent you from having to declare bankruptcy several times. I’m sorry that your understanding of history wasn’t good enough to let you recognize that many of the ideas you are putting forth originated with the Nazi party. I’m sorry that your understanding of the Constitution is so flawed that you think registering people based on their religion is constitutional.
I’m sorry that your tendency to speak without thinking first has tied you to a number of absurdly bad ideas, including but not limited to fascism, racism, militarism and jingoism. I’m sorry that your ego doesn’t allow you to admit when you’ve made a mistake.
Most of all, I’m sorry that there is so little going on in your life that you have to troll the presidential primaries to keep yourself amused.
Sincerely, ElsaF
That was my apology TO Donald Trump. But to fulfill the promise of the title, I need to make an apology FOR Donald Trump. So, here goes:
Dear Universe; we, the human race, are SO sorry that we produced this potty-mouthed, pants wetting school-yard bully. We will do our best to see that he doesn’t get loose.