Sing a new song

Dear Donald, the jig is up. You have no ideas, no strategy, no vision. You have revealed you are not very smart and are uninterested in becoming better informed.

Perhaps it is because you got rid of all the people around who might have advised you better. Perhaps your hubris is so overwhelming you can’t listen to anybody anymore. You have become very dangerous in the world, and the world is paying for your lunacy.

In case you haven’t noticed, your poll numbers are tanking, and your beloved stock market is increasingly volatile.

Your congress remains unwilling to remove you from office. We are watching all of you implode on the world stage. You have become fodder for late night comedians. Saturday Night Live is having a revival in mocking you and the stooges around you.

The toll is ticking up like a time bomb ready to explode.

Find a new song, Donald. The notes of your playbook are souring. You are a sad figure on the world stage. The damage you have done to America is irreparable. We have lost our north star. America is losing its influence on the world stage.

It is impossible to image you know what you are doing. Every step is misstep. You appear disinterested. You fall asleep like a lot of 80-year-old people do when they sit down. You wear us all out.

I remember Perry Como’s final Christmas Concert on television. I felt embarrassed for him. His voice was shot, thin and off key. His season in the limelight was over and we all got to see his failing ability to do what he had done so well all his life.

Bluster and bullying have been your go-to’s. The Iranians are calling your bluff. You never thought they had a hand to play. This is a big failure for you, Donald. No ballroom or triumphal arch will erase it.

You would do us a big favor take your $1.7 billion and skulk into the sunset. We would even put up with JD Vance for a while if you were gone.

You embarrass us on the world stage. The meeting with President Xi was abominable. If I weren’t so sick of you, I would pity you.

Having just turned 80 myself, I know first-hand that strength and stamina are in short supply some days.

I have retired twice and still find productive things to do. I find deep joy in family and friends. Tom and I still love working in the yard. We will host a gathering at the drop of a hat.

Finding the new song is our daily task. We enjoy our pups. We smell the roses. We enjoy each other and will till the end of the road.

Take a hint from the playbook of life that really is life. All creation sings praise. You should try it.

This world needs much, and you aren’t cutting it.

Lib Campbell is a retired Methodist pastor, retreat leader, columnist and host of the blogsite www.avirtualchurch.com. She can be contacted at libcam05@gmail.com