Dear Mr. Trump: It's me again, Zelmo.
I'm sorry to bother you in the middle of your usual work-packed day, but I figured I'd better write this before Gates and Soros took me over completely---YOU IGNORANT GOB OF SPIT!--- I'm real sorry, sir. That's what I was afraid of, sir!
You see, in a weak moment---I---sorta------got one o' them covid vaccinations. An' I know it was stupid an' I know it was unnecessary---YOU LOST THE ELECTION, DUMBASS!---but---well,----they got me sir! Injected me with that microscopic chip that not only keeps track of where I am, but makes me---I'M RIDIN' WITH BIDEN!---blurt out nasty socialist----YOU'RE A SHORT-FINGERED VULGARIAN BAG O' PUS--- nonsense that I don't really mean.--- YOU'RE DAMNED RIGHT I MEAN IT, BALDY!---
So, if you hear about me saying things that offend you---LIKE ANYTHING COULD OFFEND YOU, YOU MORAL PYGMY!--- promise to cut me some slack, ok?--- HA-HA-HA! YOUR PROMISE ISN'T WORTH A TRUCK LOAD OF SAILBOAT FUEL!---
Best wishes---LIKE HELL!,---
Zelmo Thudpucker.