The man who raised me was the man who, for no charge, built a huge ice rink in Central Park for all the people to use! You struck deals with some of the biggest a**holes on the planet in finance and politics and yet remained friends, mostly. You built a family that loves you. I want that dad back! And I worry that, if you don't stop now, neither you nor the country will ever recover.
There, there, Dad, it's okay, let it out. Let it out, because I know beneath that gruff, tough, handsome exterior is a little boy who just never got enough love. And that little boy needs some time to find himself again.
Let's you and I walk out there right now. The cameras are all set up and waiting. You can make up whatever excuse you want. You can blame whomever you want. You're good at that! I just know this can't go on, and you know it, too.
Take my hand, let's end this. And by tomorrow you and I will be sipping martinis on our yacht in the Hamptons with Chelsea and the friends we still have left. I love you, Dad. Let's do this. That's right, take my hand, here we go...
Ivanka, I have faith in you that you can do this. I know I've called your dad crazy before, but I was speaking politically, not clinically. This has gone beyond crazy. The entire nation -- in fact, the entire world -- needs you to step forward and do the courageous thing history will praise you for: the loving act of a brilliant daughter who also loved her beleaguered country enough to say her father wasn't well and needed help.
Thank you, Ivanka.
Yours,
Michael Moore
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