Dear Donald Trump:
I was really interested Wednesday afternoon when you made your business proposal to Barack Obama — the one in which you offered to buy copies of his college transcripts and passport application for $5 million. I had heard you had a big announcement coming, but I didn’t know it was going to be this big. Or this exciting. Honestly, the possibilities astound me.
Since I know you’re such a great and successful businessman — we won’t even mention those unfortunate bankruptcies — I know you always have your eye out for a better deal. And, boy, do I have a deal for you. Since you’re in the market for college transcripts, I just happen to have a very nice set of lightly used transcripts from the University of Alabama that I’d be willing to let you have for less than the $5 million you’re offering to Mr. Obama.
I know you drive a hard bargain, so I’m going to cut right to the chase. I know that owning a set of my transcripts wouldn’t be quite as prestigious as having a set from a sitting U.S. president, so I’m willing to cut quite a deal. What are you thinking? $4 million? Maybe $3 million? Good gracious, no, sir. I’m willing to take a measly $2 million for my transcripts.

Friday nights still take me back to sidelines of high school football
It’s great to visit Memory Lane, but it’s fatal to try to live there
Unless you’re suicidal, an armed march on D.C. is a very bad idea
Words on paper don’t give governments the right to rob us
To unlock your heart for real love, you must embrace vulnerability
In a sane world, everyone would think and act exactly the way I do
What kind of hypocrite gives advice but won’t practice what he preaches?
I lost my way that night — and it seems I never found my way back