Dear Donnie,

Photo by Gage Skidmore for Wiki

I used to have respect for the way you reinvented yourself, that whole over-the-top "You're Fired" shtick struck me as oddly self-deprecating (wink wink, nudge nudge). You were laughing at yourself while being in control of the entire movement--and you pulled it off. No, I wasn't a big fan of the show, but I thought that Caroline chick was a gas.

If you want to dig someone who's mastered this , Donnie baby, see William Shatner--the Supreme Lord of being in on the joke when the joke is on you. And if you're out there, Bill, I love ya.



That, Donnie baby, is how you do it.

But your glittering Trumpness and The Apprentice (do note how your image appears carefully below the fold on that page) wasn't enough, was it? Last week you fell from the esteemed Shatner camp of camp into the depths of Hefner hell with one spectacular step. Now you're a self-made man that created a staggering one-name brand then painted yourself into caricature with a palette of greed and hubris. Hefner will die a joke amid a gaggle of giggling (and I daresay relieved) blonds and you'll be the jackass with the bad comb-over who pompously congratulated himself for getting Obama to finally behave and show his papers when asked.

Have fun in hell you miserable shitbag.

Love,

Erin

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UPDATE: After I penned this, Donnie baby, I watched Seth Meyers' monologue at the White House Correspondence Dinner. It is flat-out hilarious, but watching you smolder was pure sugar for my soul. Aw Donnie baby, you sure can't take the joke when you're not the one holding the cards, can you?

Dumbass.

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