The year was 2030 and the draft for the Middle East War was complete.
The Obamas were shocked as the first date picked from the raffle was August 4: Barack's birthday. Michelle just knew Donald had to be the culprit. "He is relentless, baby," she whispered in her hubby's ear.
"I know, my bittersweet chocolate chip," Barack responded. "First he selects Judge Judy to be the new Supreme Court Justice; then he abolishes the law that a president's term is four years; then he raises the draft age limit to seventy; and now he must have rigged the draft. And I still cannot believe that he discovered Ted to be the Zodiac Killer."
"I do have to admit, I didn't see that coming." Michelle adjusted her electric lemon bifocals.
Then two schutzstaffel men burst through the former president's front doors, armed with tasers in case he resisted. "You'll never take me alive!" Barack yelled defiantly. He reminisced about his past ninjutsu lessons, and front flipped into the pair, knocking them flailing to the ground. "Malia! Sasha! Get your things and meet me at the Washington Monument at 1400 hours!" Barack barked before seizing two Japanese daggers off the coffee table along with a few tungsten throwing stars. The Washington Monument was their code for the Jefferson Memorial. It came in handy for quick getaways.
That is how the Obamas—ferocious Barack, prophetic Michelle, and their two spoiled children—became fugitives in the face of the United States of Trump.