- Março 26º, 2017

 Dear Donald,
We’ve known each other a long time, so I think I can be blunt.
You know how you said at campaign rallies that you did not like being identified as a politician?
Don’t worry. No one will ever mistake you for a politician.
After this past week, they won’t even mistake you for a top-notch negotiator.
I
 was born here. The first image in my memory bank is the Capitol, all 
lit up at night. And my primary observation about Washington is this: 
Unless you’re careful, you end up turning into what you started out 
scorning.
And you, Donald, are getting a reputation as a sucker. And worse, a sucker who is a tool of the D.C. establishment.
Your
 whole campaign was mocking your rivals and the D.C. elite, jawing about
 how Americans had turned into losers, with our bad deals and open 
borders and the Obamacare “disaster.”
And you were going to fly in on your gilded plane and fix all that in a snap.
You
 mused that a good role model would be Ronald Reagan. As you saw it, 
Reagan was a big, good-looking guy with a famous pompadour; he had also 
been a Democrat and an entertainer. But Reagan had one key quality that 
you don’t have: He knew what he didn’t know.
You
 both resembled Macy’s Thanksgiving Day balloons, floating above the 
nitty-gritty and focusing on a few big thoughts. But President Reagan 
was confident enough to accept that he needed experts below, deftly 
maneuvering the strings.
You’re
 just careering around on your own, crashing into buildings and losing 
altitude, growling at the cameras and spewing nasty conspiracy theories,
 instead of offering a sunny smile, bipartisanship, optimism and 
professionalism.
You
 promised to get the best people around you in the White House, the best
 of the best. In fact, “best” is one of your favorite words.
Instead,
 you dragged that motley skeleton crew into the White House and let them
 create a feuding, leaking, belligerent, conspiratorial, sycophantic 
atmosphere. Instead of a smooth, classy operator like James Baker, you 
have a Manichaean anarchist in Steve Bannon.
You
 knew the Republicans were full of hot air. They haven’t had to pass 
anything in a long time, and they have no aptitude for governing. To 
paraphrase an old Barney Frank line, asking the Republicans to govern is
 like asking Frank to judge the Miss America contest — “If your heart’s 
not in it, you don’t do a very good job.”
You
 knew that Paul Ryan’s vaunted reputation as a policy wonk was fake 
news. Republicans have been running on repealing and replacing Obamacare
 for years and they never even bothered to come up with a valid 
alternative.
And
 neither did you, despite all your promises to replace Obamacare with 
“something terrific” because you wanted everyone to be covered.
Instead,
 you sold the D.O.A. bill the Irish undertaker gave you as though it 
were a luxury condo, ignoring the fact that it was a cruel flimflam, a 
huge tax cut for the rich disguised as a health care bill. You were so 
concerned with the “win” that you forgot your “forgotten” Americans, the
 older, poorer people in rural areas who would be hurt by the bill.
As
 The Times’s chief Washington correspondent Carl Hulse put it, the 
G.O.P. falls into clover with a lock on the White House and both houses 
of Congress, and what’s the first thing it does? Slip on a banana peel. 
Incompetence Inc.
“They
 tried to sweeten the deal at the end by offering a more expensive bill 
with fewer health benefits, but alas, it wasn’t enough!” former Obama 
speechwriter Jon Favreau slyly tweeted.
Despite
 the best efforts of Bannon to act as though the whole fiasco was a 
clever way to bury Ryan — a man he disdains as “the embodiment of the 
‘globalist-corporatist’ Republican elite,” as Gabriel Sherman put it in New York magazine — it won’t work.
And
 you can jump on the phone with The Times’s Maggie Haberman and The 
Washington Post’s Robert Costa — ignoring that you’ve labeled them the 
“fake media” — and act like you’re in control. You can say that people 
should have waited for “Phase 2” and “Phase 3” — whatever they would 
have been — and that Obamacare is going to explode and that the 
Democrats are going to get the blame. But it doesn’t work that way. You 
own it now
.
You’re all about flashy marketing so you didn’t notice that the bill was junk, so lame that even Republicans skittered away.
You
 were humiliated right out of the chute by the establishment guys who 
hooked you into their agenda — a massive transfer of wealth to rich 
people — and drew you away from your own.
You
 sold yourself as the businessman who could shake things up and make 
Washington work again. Instead, you got worked over by the Republican 
leadership and the business community, who set you up to do their 
bidding.
That’s why they’re putting up with all your craziness about Russia and wiretapping and unending lies and rattling our allies.
They’re
 counting on you being a delusional dupe who didn’t even know what was 
in the bill because you’re sitting around in a bathrobe getting your 
information from wackadoodles on Fox News and then, as The Post 
reported, peppering aides with the query, “Is this really a good bill?”
You got played.
It took W. years to smash everything. You’re way ahead of schedule.
And I can say you’re doing badly, because I’m a columnist, and you’re not. Say hello to everybody, O.K.?
Sincerely, Maureen
 
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