I used to hate school projects like this, where some overzealous teacher would make us write a letter to some author. I got in trouble for that type of stuff in the third grade because I read this book about some kid who got caught in the woods after a plane crash and survived on canned spam and berries for like a month. I thought the book was detailed and praised it for that, but I otherwise did what I told and said what I thought: I thought it was boring. So I write out the letter, I handed it into the teacher, and the freaking bitch yelled at me!
Aside from a few submissions to magazines that rejected my crappy poetry I was writing in 2013-2014 out of boredom and the Rubio inquest I made during Angel-gate, I don't think I've mailed a non-bill related letter since.
I'd imagine most of these letters are coming from students who are unfortunate enough to have some stark raving mad, passionate Clinton-cultist as their teacher. You know, the overbearing helicopter parent type who is in her early 50s and thinks she's the second coming of Mother Theresa because she works for the public school system and has custody of her 17 year old kid who sniffs paint all day? We all had this archetype in the classroom at some point or another.
Paintsniffers, like methheads, are a mostly GOP demographic.
I don't know, most of these kind of teachers usually put so much pressure on the kid that he or she basically ends up short circuiting midway through highschool. They could be respectable drug users who smoke a bit of marijuana and drops some acid or eats some shrooms, but they usually end up being the more grungy types so paint and meth it is.
The kid in this hypothetical example probably backed Trump to piss Momma off.
