‘He sat stoned and shellacked behind the Resolute Desk, a consort of the feral fanned around him, an array of feckless sycophancy. He spoke yet again of his apex obsession-his beloved Reflecting Pool.
Something he had barely noticed in his first term but now that the worms of time had burrowed deeper into his brain, it was all he could think about.
Hell, even thoughts of Vanky didn’t do it anymore; or what’s her name, it sounded like what a Dave Matthews fan named their Chocolate Labrador in 1996. She was always clamoring for content and to be his plus one.
Oh well, never mind.
No, the pool would be his swan song. Hs magnum opus, a work to rival the finest architectural masterpieces of Orlando, Florida. He dreamed of walking upon its American flag blue waters wearing a gold crown and white robe as every woman who ever appeared on the cover of Maxim waded topless around him. Glorious.
Meanwhile.
A nation clamored for leadership, accepting the once unthinkable in the hope of even a mildly tempered change.
The funk of compromised morality hung over the proceeding like a pall.
The horses were hot and the stables were musty, hay was running low. It was gonna be a rancid summer, short on beans and long on bullets. Two-hundred-and-fifty years and they still barely had their act together.
All fireworks, flash over facts. Squalid misfortune. They worshiped wealth and empty treasure and endless trickery. The banjos brayed a tune of lost valor. The heartsick headed for the woods. The rumble of diesel and desecration filled the air.
And he droned on, into the hour of retribution, while the smell of burnt bridges floated up the Potomac. Sweaty hordes girded for a fight.
And on and on he went…only night could save us now.’
@thehill Such and obvious ploy to sow doubt in the elections that don't go their way! It's clear they all got the same talking point, "Its too corrupt to leave evidence!" Give me a break. 🙄🤨😂