Mind if I call you Jeff? Lord knows you’re being called a lot worse these days. But then I expect that even you would agree that you may have made some less than admirable choices lately. And not particularly smart choices, either, like sexting with your married girlfriend Lauren Sanchez.;
But who loves you, now, Jeff? Your soon-to-be ex-wife of 25 years who found you out?
I don't think Lauren's girlfriends must love you all that much, either.
And then besides your relationship woes and the public reveal of your sexting there's all the hate you're receiving from the citizens of New York City and of other cities as well who consider you a robber baron extortionist for your demands to be courted by them with billions in tribute money before you'll decide which city to choose for your new second Amazon headquarters.
Then to top it all off you've got a hapless sixteen-year-old who's being used by wealthy political operatives to sue your newest acquisition, the Washington Post, for $250 million dollars.
But I have an idea for you that could change all that and turn around your life and your legacy.
Actually it was my nephew Randy who came up with the idea,
Think of how loved you would be by the people of Detroit, how respected by everyone else, how admired. Think of how good you would feel. And you'd still be rich.