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When a Stranger Calls 2018
(scene: The Oval Office)
Mr. President: Hello, Mr. President speaking.
Voice: Mr. President. We've traced the call. The #Resistance is coming from inside the house!
(cue dramatic music)
Voice: Get out now while you can!
(camera zooms in on Mr. President, his face ashen and trembling, he screams)
The Carpetbagger (part 1)
He got off the plane and surveyed his surroundings. He could see for miles. Hills. Farms. Churches. Not like New York, where the horizon hid behind skyscrapers. As he walked towards the bland, unimpressive airport terminal, he could smell the manure from the nearby farms. It might not be a good idea to turn up his nose, he thought, as it might offend the locals. He did it anyway. The whole town stunk. But he had to get used to it. This was his new headquarters.
This was where he would launch his campaign. Not in New York, his home, where he lived in penthouses and towers and mansions. Not in the city where he cheated, lied, and blasphemed for nearly 70 years of his life. But here, in this hard-working, Christian little town where, he hoped, no one had heard of him, or his past deeds.
Here he could make himself anew. Pretend to be “one of them.” Yes, he had spent the past seven decades as a womanizing, draft-dodging, East Coast liberal. But here he could remake hims
He pulled the curtains back and peered through the window. The streets were quiet. Empty. Everyone in town was gone save for him. He had not been invited to either funeral. In fact, he'd been asked to stay away.
Fine. He'd show them. You don't want me at your funeral, he fumed, then you can't come to mine.
He looked at his phone.
It refused to ring.
The Big House
As they led him down the corridor, he reflected on his many crimes against man and God. His adultery, his other adultery, his campaign finance violations, his lies to the media, his phony excuses to avoid the draft (which foot was it anyway?), his grabbing of women by the privates, his illegal payoffs, his betrayals of business partners, filing bankruptcy after bankruptcy to avoid paying what he owed, his firing of that one guy so that one guy wouldn’t bring charges against him.
At the end of the corridor, the guards unlocked the cell. His cell. The provisions were sparse. Not what he was accustomed to. The toilet was made of porcelain, not gold. Sad! When the door shut, sealing him away forever, he wondered: “But what about her emails?”
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