Donald, you just spent more than a thousand words explaining why Bill Maher isn’t worth your time. You reviewed the dinner, disputed how long it lasted, complained about the laughter, questioned his ratings, cataloged everyone who supposedly begged you to meet him, and announced you won’t bother fact-checking anything he said because he’s simply not worth the effort. That’s an extraordinary amount of effort to declare someone irrelevant. And my personal favorite? You insist Maher desperately wants your approval while composing what amounts to a dissertation on why you no longer want to be friends. Donald, you’re the President of the United States. There’s a war with Iran, Americans are struggling with rising prices, and your administration is embroiled in multiple legal disputes. But apparently, the pressing national emergency is whether a comedian likes you. You’ve managed to turn the Oval Office into the world’s most expensive Yelp complaint department. Imagine having the nuclear codes and spending Sunday evening writing a thousand-word breakup letter to Bill Maher. And then signing it “President Donald J. Trump” as though that somehow makes the whole thing less embarrassing.