Dear Mr. Trump

I wish I would live long enough to see your downfall. But I likely won't though only a few years separate us in age. I don't know what habits will accelerate the eventuality, you with your Diet Cokes and Big Macs or me with banging a shot glass on the bar seeking another or sucking powder through a rolled-up dollar bill. At least I had some fun. Did you? I've never seen you really laugh; maybe they don't show that on TV.

Sorry, I never voted for you. But for a short while I bought into the argument put forth by some nervous pundits that the office of the presidency would mature you. Getting what you want hardly ever does that. Instead, you are now a felon.

I always wondered why the point of getting the highest office in the world would seasoned one was made since no other president-elect ever had that said about them. It wasn't made of JFK and he was way younger that you and I. Was it said because of the cheesy "Apprentice" show and the primeval release of saying "You're fired", the inconceivable bankruptcy of a casino without obvious mob influence or marrying very attractive emigrant women? Any of those could have people questioning your level of maturation. But they didn't.

Many people carry the yearnings of rebelliousness, and they can't accomplish it themselves. What better way than vote for it especially when your government only seems to know you as a statistic. The subliminal release can be worth holding on to.

For most of your life I would guess you have been establishing a legion of amygdala-hack followers operating on fear, anxiety and greed to create a political corporeality. It's an assemblage seeking to last. Nepotism is the multigenerational fuel. Embracing asylum elsewhere — at my age —could leave me with the thought of your demise not a physical witnessing.

Having been alive during Ozzie and Harriett, segregation, the fight for civil rights, gay rights, women's rights, the Vietnam War, hanging chads of the 2000 election and the changes those events bought, wondering about dying while Trumpism carries on is not what I want to expend energy on when thinking of my finality.

You, after all, are not the first president who is dangerous to the United States. But like any good comedian, with no real credentials to hold a high elected office, your timing was impeccable. America went through a transformative but deficient change with Obama where his rhetoric surpassed his efforts at broad change. You knew Obama's standard political gestalt greatly irritated white male workers and sectarians denied mainstream credentials. Add your media bona fides and the gnawing journalistic provocation to report on the outrageous, your candidacy became like a mesmerizing car wreak and where the jaws of life was needed to extracted truth. But the rescue never ends, the attraction too great.

Perhaps expectedly, it seems like a sort of destiny is at work with your election (again), or a reoccurring phase of history, or rise of an evolutionary tergiversation where the species, collectively and unconsciously, decides we've transformed far enough and now have to flesh out the bestial elements within us. Our lizard brain has taken over. No wonder many believe you will spread wars.

You are a hollow man draped with mirrors of ourselves in place of substance. What you try to fill within spills out in a preternatural search for loyalty. You hold a demotic approach to negotiations knowing the sclerotic nature of what you oppose could be overcome by threats and their acquiescence to the desire of making money.

You've always been special but you dim your fabulosity with Musk. The absurdity of his wealth and the idiocy of his ego blows cool air on yours. But you need his money even if you know he could fund a constitutional convention, perhaps to allow a foreign born to run for president or end the two-term presidential term limit. His capacity to overshadow you betrays your nescience through your pinning for the Panama Canal and Greenland and Canada.

With the synergy of the media you have taken from America its specialness. The United States is only the bastion of freedom among the illiterate and poor. Ukraine hold that title now until you squash that designation.

My father fought in Europe against a man and movement like yours making me proud. Your father bought and sold real estate for profit making you feel unworthy. Your coming presidential term will make the promise of America sound like dried leaves rustling down a debris filled alley.