Dear Ms. Trump,
Allow me to opine: your father should not run for a second term.
The presidency is cannibalizing your father. The knives come at him from all directions - the democrats, the FBI, the Southern District of New York, the media, his never ending self-inflicted wounds. He can take his bluster to his staged rallies yet there is no escaping the fact that your father’s presidency has been a slow, slow, slow, drip, drip, drip of a disaster.
The substantial and ongoing effort to claim success in the face of such obvious failure would be draining on anyone’s psyche and well-being. You could tell me that your father is driven to be of service to others yet such a concept is not in his DNA. You could tell me that he approaches his job in earnest yet he spends far too many days on the golf course (170 and counting).
America is not great again - nor is your father capable of such a tremendous feat. What ails our country is far too insidious and all-pervasive for the likes of any mere mortal to simply reverse. Your father pretends. Your father has always pretended. Maybe in the days of his reality TV stardom it was funny, now it is pitiable. If you think his pretending will have a happy ending, for anyone, you are kidding yourself.
I remind you when on the campaign trail your father had the lunacy to proclaim that he would pay the debt off in eight years. Contrary to his word the national debt has grown by $3.1 trillion - an increase of 15.5% in his three years in office. Are you kidding me?! Your father is kicking the can down the road for the next guy ... and he wants to be the next guy?
Your father’s perfect presidency is a house of cards just as America’s perceived prosperity is smoke and mirrors. The stock market may be at an all-time high yet 99% of us are not better off. Donald Trump has not made America a better place or financially more sound. Instead, he hastens the unraveling.
Your father is driven to seek re-election like John Snow chasing Daenerys Targaryen. He knows the whole thing is going to go up in flames but he-just-can’t-help-himself. Forget about the second term, your father is in over his head and he would serve himself well to cut and run. London is burning, the contestants have all left the building, and the place he is going is very dark, very sad, and very lonely.
The problem with cutting and running is that when out of office - and without the republican cover that currently protects him - your father will likely have to face the full weight of the law.