My fantasy letter from #44 to #45, left on the Resolute desk in the Oval Office:
“Dear Mr. President,
Congratulations. The rubes bought what you were selling. Isn’t it a gas that your supporters thought you were only killing “Obamacare” and they were safe with their ACA coverage? I only hope our republic survives your presidency. I have stocked the fridge upstairs with lots of high-cholesterol junk food so you can stuff yourself. I have also installed plastic mattress covers in the presidential bedroom. Just don’t get too carried away; the walls have ears.