Yes, I Spit On Trump Tower: Here's Why.

A letter from an independent journalist addressed to Donald Trump.

Dear Donald Trump,

I spit on your building. I traveled to New York City, and after a long day of protesting you, I made my way to Trump Tower.

I stood at the base of your “golden” monument—its windows streaked with filth, reflecting the decay you’ve caused. It’s clear you’ve fired the workers who maintain it, just like you’ve discarded the public servants who keep this country alive. And without them, like your building, this nation will rot.

You had officers and barricades outside, but no one came near. Nobody wanted to stand close to the fascist shrine you call home—except for me.

But don’t mistake this for a visit. I wasn’t there for pleasure. I was there for closure—just like the countless businesses you’ve bankrupted over time—your fraudulent university, your failed football league, your broken marriages.

I stood before your tower, looked it in the eye, and said “f*ck you.”

Then I spit on your building.

I spit on your building because your policies have spit in the faces of countless Americans. You’ve robbed us, violated us, hurt us.

I spit on your building because you’ve desecrated the legacy of this country. You’ve made a mockery of everything America once stood for.

I spit on your building as an independent journalist who is sick of watching corporate and legacy media bow to your fear—because I do not fear you.

So yes, I spit on your building. And you can clean it up—just like us Democrats will have to clean up the mess you’ve left behind.

Know this: I didn’t spit on your building for me. I spat on it for every American—every veteran, every woman, every LGBTQ+ person—everyone you’ve hurt.

On behalf of them: F*ck you, Donald Trump.

Now, go clean up my spit, Donald.

Be Best,

Johnny Palmadessa (And Every American)

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