Northern_Lights_2017

6 Hell Toupee Meghan C. Conn Dear Donald J. Trump, I would like it if you’d jump Off a cliff I’d see you fall. I would not cry or flinch at all. No, I would watch with wonder as you fell and my only words would be, “oh well.” But then we would be stuck with a president named Pence and knowing this would send me over a fence. To another country I’d run to be free and once there, I’d smile and shout with glee! Goodbye to America, my only home. I’m off to Germany, Ireland, or perhaps even Rome. To say the least, I’m saddened by my country’s choice. Why, with you as our president, I’ll for sure raise my voice. You’re a horrible man only sending out hate. Straight down the shitter will soon be our country’s fate. Before the election, I was a happy girl, and now I’ve grown terrified of what will happen in my little world. Everything I know and love may be gone for good. What if my friends, Mando and Javi, are snatched from their neighborhood? If they are gone, I’ll surely be sad, but it may only be four years. Is that so bad? Well surely I’m scared, no, terrified. When your reign of terror is over, who else will have died? Some of the other candidates didn’t know about Aleppo, But they won’t matter to you since they are Muslims, though. Now it will be “gone with the Muslims, the Mexicans! Only whites like us!” With presidential quotes like this, who can I trust? I see your mantra, “Make America Great Again!” To me, it’s always been great. Always been my friend. I have no idea what will come of the next four years. By the end, I’ll be 21. Perhaps I’ll just down a few beers. No. Alcohol is not the answer. It won’t get me through. “America must change!” and Mr. Trump, that includes you.