Reprinted from Truthdig
I'm writing to you because your dad is not well.
Every day he continues his spiral downward -- and after his call for gun owners to commit acts of violence against Mrs. Clinton, it is clear he needs help, serious help. His comments and behavior have become more and more bizarre and detached from reality. He is in need of an intervention. And I believe only you can conduct it.
He trusts you. He believes in you. Although I don't know you personally, you seem to be a very smart and together woman. I think he will listen to you. He must because he is now not simply a danger to himself, he has put the next president of the United States in harm's way. He has encouraged and given permission to the unhinged and the deranged to essentially assassinate Hillary Clinton. Her life is now in worse danger than it already was -- and should anything happen, that will not only be on his head but also on those closest to him if they stand by and do nothing.
I say this with the utmost kindness, care and concern for you, and I know you will do the right thing. Bring him in, off the road, away from the crowds. Now. Tonight.
And when you do, here is what a good friend of mine, a former counselor and social worker, Jeff Gibbs, suggests that you say to him:
Dad, we need to have a chat. Are you feeling okay? Do you have a minute? Please sit down. Because this isn't going to be easy. No, I am not pregnant. No, what is going on is... is... I am really, really worried about my father. About you.
Dad, I owe everything to you. You've built an empire, a brand and a business for the ages. You have taken care of me, inspired me and, through your example, have made me who I am: a self-confident, honest-to-a-flaw, woman.
But Dad, I am deeply worried. You haven't been yourself lately. The father I know is not a hater, not someone who encourages violence. Dad, you used to be A LIBERAL. You raised me as a liberal! The Clintons were your friends -- Chelsea is one of my best friends! And now you're joking that Hillary should be assassinated? Really?
Dad, I hate to say this, but you're making me scared, you're making my friends scared, and you're scaring the whole country.
Dad... Dad, sit down! They'll wait. I am not finished. Don't get angry. Try to listen.
Yes, I know they love it, the crowd goes wild. But not for YOU. They don't love YOU. They love the show that you put on. But people who hunger for red meat will turn on you in a minute. No, they don't love you. I love you. I will always love you. And I see you hurting yourself -- and you're hurting ME, Dad.
Don't get upset! You're still the handsomest billionaire I know. I will always love you. Melania will always love you. Vladimir will always love you... OK, maybe that wasn't funny. But you get my point. This running for president thing is destroying the dad I have known and loved. And honestly, you and I both know you didn't really want this job to begin with! You just wanted to make a point. OK, well, POINT MADE! You did it! Now, let's stop and get some help.
I am asking you, right now, to give it up. To leave the race. Let that nice man from Indiana run things. Your place in history is secure. You need to withdraw. Move on, for your sake, for the country's sake, for my sake.
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