POV: Donald Trump (Year 2020)
I'm not surprised that I just won the presidential race once again. As I walk through the Grand Ballroom of my Chicago Tower filled with an ecstatic crowd, I feel empty and so alone. He's dead. She's silenced. She is broken. All because of me. The power got to my head in ways that I cannot explain and in ways that I never believed it could. How can I move forward while also concealing who I have become over these last four years?
"President Trump! Your speech is in ten. I need you at the left of the podium ASAP!" the supple, doe-eyed intern exclaimed with urgency. Why can't I remember her name…?
She pinned an American flag pendant on the right side of my chest. Her hair was long, sleek, and blonde and she had bulging, fake breasts that were accentuated by her low cut dress. I couldn't recall her name, but I did realize her purpose. This must've been Melania's doing. She will have so much fun with her, but it's a shame this poor girl doesn't know it yet.
As I walk through the rushing throng of interns and campaign workers I start focusing on the importance of my victory speech and the American people. Since I have already "Made America Great Again," I wonder what else I can offer for the racist white Americans that I scammed in my first election. Just to make them feel at ease. I hope that my new speech writer and campaign managers for this election conjured up something that can move these people. They've come in large, great numbers. These are good people.
I arrive at the entrance to the stage, and for once I feel nervous. You are a powerful man. The most powerful man. You deserve this, I think to myself. "President Trump, if you could follow behind the First Lady when you two are announced it would be much appreciated," said a flamboyant young man I hired myself. It obviously helped my reputation amongst the gays. "And now, please welcome to the stage, your 2020 President-elect, PRESIDENT DONALD J. TRUMP!" I followed directly behind Melania and slapped an enormous smile of victory upon my face. The crowd went wild with hooting and celebratory screams. All this joy made my heart sink even lower in my chest, but made the smile on my face spread even wider. I made my way to the podium next to my strong-willed wife, and found the teleprompter at the center of the front row. I took in a hard, sharp breath that almost fully closed my nostrils, and braced myself for the speech that will follow. Here we go. You can do this.