Dear Senator Cornyn, I am one of your Texas constituents. I'm just short of 86 years old. I'm a Holocaust survivor, and I hold a Ph.D. I follow politics, and have done so since my teens. The “Contact” option on your website doesn't work any better than two cups of warm javelina urine. Maybe you'd just like to hear from Texans in person in a cafe in Ozona with your ostrich-hide Tony Lamas kicked up on the table next to the theologian Rick Perry (who believes that Donald Trump is the chosen one of God). I'm not one of your good ol' boys with an arsenal of assault rifles in his closet, daring the female Democrat Commie politicians to make his day. I've been watching the impeachment trial on TV, and I see that your robotic fidelity to the corrupt [Mitch] McConnell and Donnie Baby Trump cannot be challenged by any argument, logic, or evidence. As I've said before, I respect your senatorial hairdo (perfected weekly at my expense) but I regard you as utterly unprincipled. You'll be reelected over my dead (if slender) wallet.