Goodbye Ivanka, soon you will be gone but no one will really be able to tell. Because as the most senior of senior advisers, you never once made a difference. Someday it will sink in that you tragically missed the opportunity of a lifetime.

But thinking back, thinking about your past and how you were brought up, it is pretty easy to see one glaring indisputable conclusion, you never really had a chance when young and learned to never take a chance when you matured.

That is not said out of pity, sympathy, or empathy, only reality. As a young girl you didn’t have a chance because all your thinking and speaking was done for you, by your father. We can’t know the extent of it but you were certainly abused as a young girl. But you eventually grew into an educated young woman who might have looked around, soaked in some worldliness from friends, and seen that you could strike out on your own and do your own thing. Doing so came with a bonus, you could do it without your father looking over your shoulder and down your cleavage. You knowingly chose the easy route and continued to live under the shadow and learned the shadow’s ways.

We got ahead of ourselves a bit. Let’s acknowledge that one could never understand you without going back and looking at the fact – with a fraction of sympathy – that you might have been one of the .01% of daughters in the world whose father looked upon you as hot at sixteen, and told others. Even worse, you have to be the only daughter whose dad said if he weren’t your father he’d be dating you and said on television that sex was your common interest. That is humiliating to anyone, especially a young beautiful woman. On that alone, you were the victim. We can acknowledge that.

But unlike most victims, you had money, which meant you had two choices in response. You could put as much distance as politely possible between yourself and your father, which would put him in a rage and threaten your inheritance but empower you. Or you could burrow deeper into a bizarre horror show, trying to normalize it. It’s all nothing right? Plus, you’d stay close to the money.

Speaking of which, there does seem to be a guiding light in your life, Ivanka, and it’s not those beautiful children. It is certainly not your husband, no matter how pretty the pictures. (And here’s a hint, the more obvious it is the picture is only supposed to be pretty, the less pretty the picture. Soak that advice in if you have any cracks in that shell.) But, Ivanka – it’s pretty damned obvious that your guiding light, like your father’s, was always money. Money first and last, children in the middle, and husband? God only knows or cares.

You probably don’t even relate to people who find money over children unfathomable, like us.

When you chose to go into the family business you did it with eyes wide open. You knew the drill. You were not builders, you were not “win-win” dealmakers, you were not professionals, nor even competent. You were parasites and you fully embraced the “business plan,” setting upon people who maybe were possibly attempting to build something, add something, do it professionally, create a win for all involved, and have pride in their work. You descended upon such agreements hoping to add your “brand” as value, with promises that the moon would hang just above and beautiful grapes would grow spontaneously around the big “T” overhanging the entire project.

But seconds after the agreement was signed, with excitement among the partners and buyers, you became the world’s most efficient mosquito, putting instant malaise into the project, or malaria, depending on the analogy. You sucked the money dry and flew off as fast as you could. Yes, yes, you were following all you knew, except at that point, you also knew that there were other ways, you just didn’t have the tools, nor the desire, to do business right.

But it paid well and that’s all you or the mosquito, is after. Blood. You drained the projects of their oxygen, the capital, most of them died, some hung on, gasping for breath. You rejuvenated yourself and your life-force, your identity, proving your prowess in the family business with something even dad couldn’t do. Sex sells, and we’re not making any Melania-type allegations, we’re just saying a big smile and holding an arm while stroking a back sealed a few deals. Dad knew. Hell, we know.

You married, not necessarily up, but straight across, almost across the damned street. You found your soul mate and it wasn’t a rock star, it wasn’t Tom Brady or Matt Damon. You married dear old dad, only younger, better looking, more Jewish by a lot, and perhaps even more desperate and starved for cash. It was always meant to be because it was safe and if there’s one thing about you, Ivanka, it’s that you do not take risks (And we’ll get back to that). You never do a thing without knowing how it will end before you even begin. You knew that Jared was just as good at “looking rich” as dear old dad. And just like dad, Jared hid a fairly dark truth – he was often starved for cash, just avoiding trouble. That was normal.

Speaking of dark truths and normal things, knowing how close you are to your father, you knew about the many many sexual assaults and we’re not going to take a bat of the eye, a stroke of the arm, and a breathless, “No, no he never did that and I would know.” Fck you.

You did know and you did nothing because again, that’s all you’ve ever done. The parasite doesn’t gain a thing by attacking another parasite, one that can kill. You knew Ivanka and you looked the other way. Some think you’re the victim of an assault, too. Some not. It doesn’t matter. You knew and you never once stopped it, even knowing you could without ruining your father. You could have threatened him. You didn’t have an NDA and he was in love with you.

In fact, you were the only person in the world who could’ve stopped him. You didn’t. Indeed, it seems like you did more to cover for him. Shameful, and we’ll get back to that, too.

But let’s get to the real failure, the one that cost lives and ruined policy. You, Ivanka, were again, perhaps the only person in the world with the power to control your father’s worst impulses. He adores you. In any of the following things you had veto power, Ivanka: the original executive order keeping only “certain” immigrants out – and not Saudis, but others. You had veto power over the caging of children who lost hope, you knew the truth about the Ukrainian phone call and the loyalty purges, you knew the truth about COVID when he lied, you knew about masks and shutdowns which saved lives in other countries, and you know why it is that your father cannot cross Russia. On any single one of those, you alone had veto power, Ivanka. No one else in the world could have done what you could have done.

Watch this, Ivanka. In a different universe, where you have a sense of self and right and wrong.

“Dad, the caging of children and separating them from parents is abhorrent and I am both disappointed and embarrassed. I know you mean to deter them, but it’s not worth the price. I love you and know you. And I know that you cannot do this. If you insist on it, I am resigning and I will tell the media why. I will do this because someone has to stop it. If you stop it, it will be the most courageous thing you’ve ever done and it will make me love your courage that much more. I know you can do the right thing, I always know I can count on you to do the right thing. But I am also ready to go. You can’t take kids from their parents, Dad.”

Poof, done deal, Ivanka. You know damned well that you solved the problem in six lines. He could no less have ignored you than he could fly. But you didn’t give a fck, leaving everyone wondering if you also supported that policy. The questions about what you support and your silence is why you can never go back to New York. Your silence made you complicit. You will regret it.

We are not even going into possible crimes. Those will work themselves out.

We want to end by summarizing the above, the worst sin of all. You and you alone fell up into a position you had no right to fill and you could have made a difference, a huge difference. You knew what your friends thought, you knew right from wrong, you’re not sick like your father, just greedy and cowardly. That, and that alone is your legacy. The girl that never made a difference, the one that did nothing, when you could practically have done it all. That is why you won’t be missed, we hardly knew you were there.

What a waste. Now you have to live with the aftermath and honestly, Ivanka, that might be a suitable punishment. Because you’re about to see an avalanche of evidence and investigations that will destroy what your silence protected. And there you’ll sit, without a thing to do.

Good-Bye Ivanka, we won’t miss you. The pictures will live forever, getting uglier by the day.

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Over the next month, we’ll write a series of summations about the people involved in the entire term, we’ll shoot for at least two a week and always one on the weekend. Obviously, we will start with some big big ones.

Don’t miss Part One of our series – Goodbye Kayleigh McEnany — You Should Be Ashamed of Yourself and You Will Not Be Missed

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Peace, y’all
Jason
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