Dear Editor:

In his sandbox sits our madman president. In it, he has miniatures of all the things he wants to cut up, imprison, drown, sit on, throttle, smash or cut to pieces: models of university buildings he can throw against the wall; voodoo dolls of Jerome Powell or Barack Obama that he can stick with pins or throw down the toilet. Rag dolls made in dark complexions he can shake, tear, bury in the sand.

And he has replicas of voting machines, voter mail boxes, ballots, mail-in ballots. If he doesn’t like what’s going on in his kindergarten world, he’s going to take them all outside, out of his sandbox, and burn them. Though he should not be allowed to have them, he’s got the matches. “Watch this,” he says. “I have the matches, the knives, the scissors. I’ll burn it all. I’ll stomp it all down. I’ll cut it all up. I’ve warned you. What I haven’t done already, I will do when I want. And i have told you that. You have been warned. Will you listen?”

Bruce MacDonald

Boothbay