A Christmas Eve Carol
Donald J Trump woke up with a start. A meeting was taking place as he tried to shake off the exhaustion which enveloped him in a shroud. He tried to look interested as Rubio continued to drone on. His mouth was dry and he wished to push the red button to summon a servant for a Coke. He realized he should not have stayed up late again, writing furiously on his Truth Social, but he couldn't stop himself. There were far too many people who needed a lesson and since he was the greatest man to ever walk the Earth, it was up to him to put things straight. Far too many nasty people. Too many piggies and dummies in his opinion. I am their leader and they shall obey me. As Trump's eyes began to weigh like a coffin lid, he noticed someone who looked familiar in the back of the room. Trump's body had been failing him but his eyes were still strong and when he recognized who was standing in the shadows he lurched out of his chair and yelled, "Out! Get out now!" As his lackey...