Dear So-Called "Bakers" of Manhattan,

I am writing to express my utter dismay and disappointment at the deplorable state of scones in our GREAT city. AS A MASTER BUILDER, A BRILLIANT BUSINESSMAN, AND A CONNOISSEUR OF ALL THINGS BAKED, I CAN CONFIDENTLY SAY THAT THE SCONES SERVED AT YOUR ESTABLISHMENTS ARE AN AFFRONT TO THE VERY FABRIC OF OUR SOCIETY. They are, in a word, terrible. THE TEXTURE IS ALL WRONG, THE FLAVOR IS BLAND, AND DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE PRESENTATION. It's a catastrophe, a complete and utter disaster.

Let me tell you, FOLKS, no one knows more about great scones than I do. I've made the greatest deals, built the most fantastic buildings, and eaten the most incredible scones. And I can tell you, with absolute certainty, that the scones served in Manhattan are a joke. A joke, I tell you! They're an insult to the good people of this city, and an embarrassment to our nation. I mean, what's the point of even calling yourself a baker if you can't produce a decent scone? It's like me saying I'm a great golfer without ever having hit a golf ball. It's just not credible.

Now, I know what you're thinking. You're thinking, "But Mr. Trump, we're just trying to make a living." Well, let me tell you, that's not good enough. Not good enough at all. You need to step up your game, bigly. You need to produce scones that are so good, so strong, so powerful, that they'll make people forget all about the FAKE NEWS and the DEEP STATE. You need to make scones that are yuge, just yuge. And if you can't do that, then MAYBE you shouldn't be baking at all.

I'm giving you a chance, So-Called "BAKERS" of Manhattan, to redeem yourselves. To PRODUCE scones that are worthy of the great city we live in. I EXPECT TO SEE A MARKED IMPROVEMENT IN THE QUALITY OF YOUR SCONES, STARTING IMMEDIATELY. And if I don't, I'll make sure to tweet about it. Oh boy, will I tweet about it. You don't want that, TRUST me. You don't want to be on the receiving end of a Trump tweetstorm. It's not pretty, folks. Not pretty at all.

So, get to work, So-Called "Bakers" of Manhattan. Get to work and produce some scones that are worthy of my greatness. I'm watching you, and I'm waiting. And if you can't deliver, then maybe you should just stick to making cookies or SOMETHING. BECAUSE, let's face it, you're not bakers. You're just pretenders to the throne. And I'm the king, the king of scones, the king of baking, the king of EVERYTHING.

Sincerely,
Donald J. Trump