CSI: American Carnage (Monday, December 9, 2019)
WASHINGTON — My great Poo Poo Squishy, Donald begins his letter, Nothing for months but the memories of the leather in the Hanoi and the Bronco! Riding the Bronco with you, the smell of tanned goatskin filling the room, the noise from the firing range! Boom! Boom! Boom! Those were great days, Poo Poo, great days. Donald pauses for a moment. He writes, Great days. He pauses again and picks up the letter that came moments before. The air in the Executive Lounge is ripe with disappointment, old paper wraps, and something else that smells like – what? Something sweet? Donald shakes his head and looks at the letter in his hand. Donald writes, I am not an old man! You didn’t think I was an old man when we did the Trigger Walk in Hanoi! Who was it who tipped over and sprawled on the wall-to-wall? Who was it who performed perfectly? You are too smart and have far too much to lose to talk about the heedless and erratic like they are bad things! It’s clever to bring up the dotard thing, but you bring it up to torture me! Your cries of “Dotard!” “Dotard” as the whip snapped and the sun broke into the hotel room! Oh, Poo Poo, you know how I feel! You tease me with hints that you will bring it up again. Oh Poo Poo! I long to kindle your resentment and have my little man, who is always with me, as you know, explore your world, the dark world of your resentments, which you torture me with to this very day! Oh oh oh! I need to be microwaved. And I know you need the pulses pumping through you. We shall announce all to the world, soon, Poo Poo. Tell me what you will do when the door is closed and the goatskin trinkets are once again spread out before us. I am your potato! Yours alone! – Monday, December 9, 2019