I am not nor have I ever been a racist; but I find the current West Wing resident has steered me toward becoming an eRASIST.

Like the ancient Egyptians, I desire to erase Pharaoh T’s name from the public record; to chisel out his pathetically over-sized name from all monuments, and nullify all of his edicts.

I want history to skip over President #45 leaving a blank space for future generations to wonder about.

When they ask why #45 is missing from the roll call of Presidents, they will have ironically answered their own question. #45 was always missing.

He played at the Presidency and used our country as his own personal Dynasty.

God! He loved to sit in a truck seat and blare the horn or in a fire truck and rev up the siren.

Dressing up as pretend soldier, or throwing paper towel rolls to Hurricane survivors would endear him to his clannish subjects. But the Pharaoh has no clothes.

The only real effort he ever displayed was swinging a golf club, or bragging to reporters how everyone loves the imaginary things he has accomplished.

His Dynasty was a drawn out series of illegalities followed by lying, blaming, and distracting to hide them all.

Pharaoh T’s deeds must always be remembered, but erasing his name from our history books and referring to him as #45 would be divine justice.

Crying from his sarcophagus, his tortured ego will forever be appealing his final judgment. The Supreme Court on high will never overturn it.