Sunday, April 9, 2017

An open letter to the president.

The White House

1600 Pennsylvania Ave
Washington DC


You oughta grow you a pencil thing moustache. The Errol Flynn/Clark Gable kind because you are now the Swashbuckler in Chief as I see it.

Errol Flynn's got nothing on you. He used to swing across the room on a chandelier with a good lookin' babe over his shoulder and fight eight or so guys off at once.

You, Mr. President, are defending you family which included some very attractive women and a young son. (Donnie and Eric are big boys and can take care of themselves.)

In addition to defending your womenfolk and children you are managing to fight about 60+ percent of Congress at once.

Besides this, you seem to spend an awful lot of your time up to your ass in alligators and still manage to remember you are trying to drain the swamp.

The way I look at it that makes you the biggest swashbuckler this nation has ever produced. 

Grow yourself a pencil thin moustache. You deserve it!



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