I can't stand the sight of your Cheeto-flavoured face, the sound of your nasally nonsensical diatribes makes my blood boil. I turn on the TV, open a paper or turn on social media and you're there, we can't escape your narcissism. Your words poison us like a rusty razor, tempting us to lose our temper, to protest, to shout out loud in revolt.



If you were here right now, I'd take a deep breath, look you in the eye and explain to you in the simplest of terms, just so that you don't get confused, how you are destroying the country. How you are picking away at it, selling it off piece by piece to the highest bidder, how you are eroding the basic kindness and empathy from our society. I wouldn't shout at you, there would be no point because you can shout louder than anyone else I know...Actually, now I come to think on it, there would be no point in explaining everything you've done wrong because in your head you can do no wrong, that you're always right and that everything you do serves the best needs of everyone here...Well, perhaps it's only best for you and your cronies.



I tell you what I'm going to do instead: I'm going to throw you out of the nearest window and watch as you fall the thirteen stories to the cold concrete below. You splattered all over the sidewalk, unable to affect anyone ever again, that'll end the pain and strife that you spread the world over. Only then will our country and the world be able to say hello to the life and freedom that we once enjoyed without fear of repercussions. No more fearing what we say or how we do something, we'll be free to love who we want without hate. We'll all be able to chase our dreams without the worry that you once engendered. We're done with your emotional quicksand, out the window you go!