Dear Mr. Trump,

It’s so sad how you have degraded the institutions of our country meant to keep us honest and law-abiding. It’s sad, but not surprising. Those who scoff at the law naturally disdain lawkeepers.

So now you’ve fired the fourth Inspector General since the corona virus pandemic began. Let no one dare question or even investigate anything you’ve done, lest they be fired and their public service careers destroyed, lest they be reviled by your cult followers.

Sad, but not surprising, for those who like you cheat on their taxes obviously want to dismantle the IRS, for those who like you cheat on their wives obviously need to pay hush money to keep their porn star consorts quiet, for those who like you lie to the American public obviously want to silence their critics.

We’re now above 88,000 U.S. deaths from the corona virus, but you assured us – and so many sad people believed you – when there were 15 cases that the number would quickly drop to zero. That was your “stable genius” talking, the anus from which your words emerge.

You called the corona virus a hoax, and even after 88,000 deaths, the gullible in this country whom you depend upon as your base still call it a hoax. But it’s not a hoax to those who died and to the families of those who died.

But go ahead and have a Grand Old Party, GOP. If that’s what you really want to do, you’re welcome to spread the virus among yourselves.

Very truly yours,

Bruce J. Berger