Virginia Hume

I signed it. Here's how it went down.

Have you ever arrived sober to a party that’s been going on too long? Half the people are lurching around, glassy-eyed and happy. The other half are furious, slurring their way through nonsensical arguments.

Back in May, when Trump won the Indiana primary, I felt like such a dope. I was actually waiting for someone to tell me what we were going to do. Just days earlier, we'd all stood on the platform together, refusing to get on the Trump Train.

Though I'm not a delegate to the Republican National Convention, the following letter to the presumptive nominee says what I imagine many party faithful, deeply concerned about both the party and the country, might wish to say to Donald Trump.

January 2015, Washington, D.C.

You have to hand it to the GOP primary voters who helped Donald Trump secure the nomination. Sure, they let themselves be seduced, but at least they made the guy work for it. His wooing and winning of these voters, which I wrote about in March, was a masterstroke.