Dear President Trump,
Watching you drive full speed ahead, threading the needle between slower, more cautious drivers, I flash back to conversations I had with my father who continued to drive well into his mental decline. Before his death, I remember begging, “You have no business behind the wheel of a car. If you want to take your own life that is one thing, but you are putting all other drivers at-risk. If you cross the median strip and head into on-coming traffic, you will die, and you may well take innocent people with you.”
The car analogy continues: You, Mr. Trump, are definitely at the wheel. As annoying as a back-seat-drivers are, sometimes they give useful advice. If you could convince a career professional from the State Department to ride with you, his or her advice would slow you down.
The power of the presidency has turbo-charged your ego. The soft-top of your sports car is down; the wind duck-tails your hair; and your foot is on the gas. You are in control; both hands are on the wheel; and you have no intention of taking the pulse of the nation. If you were my father (highly unlikely in that I am older than you are) I would give you the same advice I gave my dad: “Take your foot off the gas. Slow down. Let go of your ego!”
Unfortunately, you are no longer Chief Executive Officer of Trump Enterprises. In accepting the presidency, you gave up your high-stakes, winner-take-all position. Taking risks (an aphrodisiac of sorts) is not longer acceptable.
It is in your best interest to slow down.
Driving at excessive speed and taking no heed of warning signs is dangerous and is not in your best interest. Acting alone in a “my way or the highway” mode will lead to your failure and puts the citizenry of the United States at-risk.