Donald Trump stood at the podium, internally smirking as he looked upon the wave of thousands and thousands of people who had come to hear him talk about he was going to make America great again. He knew that he was fabulous, and that he obviously was going to be the 44th officially sworn-in President of the United States, claiming a position that many historical heroes had held before him. Talking eloquently, he began his speech, eyes scanning the audience in order to gauge their reactions to the fabulous words he was saying. Then suddenly, he had an idea. An idea, what with the extremely popular musical about the man, would surely sway many people to vote for him.
"...And of course, if he were alive today, Mr. Alexander Hamilton would absolutely vote for me."
Now that stirred a response in the audience. And apparently from the Heavens, because what happened next was absolutely shocking.
Two ghostly apparitions appeared onstage with him, and the crowd's jaws dropped as they recognized them. One of them looked as if he was a member of the Continental Army at one point, and a Major General at that, which was made obvious by the golden-colored epaulettes on the navy blue jacket, and a sky blue sash across his chest. The intimidating figure also had a sword hanging in his belt.
Donald looked at the other figure, and immediately recognized it as… no fucking way. It was Alexander Hamilton! That must mean… the other ghost must be George Washington!
The pale form of Secretary Hamilton walked up to him, his eyes narrowing as they fell upon the man who would lead America into the dark ages once more if he were allowed to become president. Hmph. Make America Great Again, pah! Trump would lead the country for which he had fought into, as Jefferson had so nicely put it, "a political abyss." He had to put a stop to this.
"I would French Kiss President Jefferson before I would vote for you, Trump!"
All the "Hamilton" fans in the audience started laughing as hard as they could, for they knew that the rivalry between President Thomas Jefferson and Secretary of the Treasury Alexander Hamilton was legendary, to say the least. With a last smirk, the ghost of Alexander Hamilton disappeared. That left just the ghost of President Washington there.
The First President of the United States would be damned if he let this… this… man hold the position he himself had held. From watching what had been developing in his country from above, he knew the people of the U.S. held him in almost godlike awe. Washington could use this to his advantage.
And so the President walked up to the candidate, raised his right fist, and punched him. Hard. On the nose.
Trump stumbled back, clutching his nose as blood poured from it. His nose was broken.
And so was his chance at the Presidency.
THE END