Hey!! Mr President:
I know you don’t give a damn about anyone but yourself and some of your offspring, but I hope you know that after you leave the office of the Presidency, neither you nor your issue will be able to get even a decent table at a mediocre restaurant.
Your name will forever be associated with lying, with incompetence, with dearth of intellect, with paucity of language, with racism and anti-Semitism (no, they won’t care that your pride and joy married a faux-Orthodox Jew -nope: we of the tribe ain’t buying it), with slovenliness and ultra-bad hair, with cheating at golf (an expression will be added to the panoply of golf-isms which include the word “Mulligan”), with bankruptcy that is preceded by a ton of bravado and, quite frankly, bullshit, with unchecked creepy sexual proclivities, with obvious lying about drug and alcohol use, with puffery and aggrandizement which is suddenly withdrawn when an individual who had been the beneficiary of same errs and tells the truth about you or one of your (mis)deeds.
Oh and much more: in fact, so much that one day there’ll be a nursery rhyme in perpetuity about you. So get ready for an eternity of notoriety, and yes, I know exactly what that word means.
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"Okay, but go easy on the Trump Paper. We're almost out." 
