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Letter to Donald Trump – 23 Jan 2021
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Dear President Trump,
Last year, I wrote ten letters to you. My flawless records indicate the dates of those letters: 10 Feb., 9 Apr., 1 May, 21 July, 14 Aug., 23 Sep., 26 Oct., 16 Nov., 3 Dec., and 31 Dec. I wondered through the year if any of my letters actually arrived at the White House. I understand the special screening all White House, Congressional, and other Washington, D.C. highly placed government officials mail goes through and know that screening delays delivery at least one day, sometimes two. But when we out here on the great prairie write letters to you, we almost never know if they re read at all. It s almost the ultimate trust me exercise. I think if I was one of your Twitter followers and had some particularly pointed, germane, and maybe even sarcastic comment about something going on in the Deep State or the swamp, I might have heard from you, but letters are something else. My hope was only that they might