Dear Mr. President, you just turned 81 years old but don’t worry

The polling numbers aren’t great. Donald Trump’s hot and smelly breath is upon your neck. It’s just my imagination at work but I’d bet you would just like to glide into the sunset with Jill and the family rather than fight through another election year then four more years of drama, trauma and hate. God knows you’ve been in politics long enough.

I know why you decided to enter the 2024 race — it’s all because Trump lurks still. Damn it, the man has more lives than Tomasina. I get it, for the good of America you must run and I know there is much at stake. Trump simply cannot be allowed to win the White House.

Everything will turn out alright in the end. Legal jeopardy will eventually enfold Trump; he may not go to prison but surely he will be disqualified from the presidency. Maybe he gets permanent home detention at Mar-a- Lago with no wifi. He can scream nightly at the walls like Nixon.

I know a lot of folks want a younger man to fight the good fight but it is not yet their time. You have done a hell of a lot for the country. I see this from afar. There is no other prospective candidate here and now to accept your mantle so everyone should just stop fretting. Polls are fickle.

By the way, what do you think of Connecticut Senator Chris Murphy as the Democrat Nominee for Prez in ‘28? I think he would be a great choice. Just saying.

Truthfully, my fingers remained crossed for America to grab some common sense and come out the other side of its current psychosis.

Well, happy birthday, Mr. President, I hope you enjoyed a nice dinner and a good glass of wine. May you and Mrs. Biden continue to have good health. Cheers.