Monday, November 28, 2016

A Current Events/Historical Mashup

Combined with the congressional and senate results, Trump just pulled off a modern-day conquest. Yes, it was peaceful (sorta), and yes, it was legal (I guess), but it was a conquest nonetheless.

Where it gets fun is to weave two threads – this past election and the Norman Conquest – together, using my story as the needle.

Imagine this:

You are Hilary Clinton’s ghost biographer, given 100% total access. One night, she comes home rip-roaring drunk, sits you down with a bottle of scotch, tells you to hit “record” on your iPhone, and begins to talk… The next morning, she announces her candidacy for President.

You stay with her through the primaries, conventions, and the campaign. You feel first-hand the pain of all the backstabbing and in-fighting that comes with the territory. Beyond the patriotism and pride you feel, you still have that recording on your phone, which details the REAL reasons for her quest.

Donald Trump and his gaggle of cronies are the enemies she expected; the enemies she NEEDS to defeat. You know the enemy, too, and you know they would kill you in a heartbeat if they could catch you.

On the morning of the election, your heart flies with optimism. Your party holds the high ground. Your champion is poised to strike…

Only, they strike harder, with better weapons and more sophisticated tactics than anyone gave them credit for. In a back-and-forth all-day battle, certain victory deteriorates into all-out panicked defeat.

Amidst the chaos of retreat, you watch Hilary die. Bill? Trampled. Chelsea? Jailed. In one night, rules and laws and order are obliterated.

There’s just Trump, and he’s coming after you. His goal, as Hilary told you, is total conquest. He wants no trace of resistance left, and he’s keenly aware of the recording on your phone.


You’re alone in New York, getting jostled by throngs of the euphoric and the despondent. Then, you see Rudy Guliani and a bunch of sun-glass wearing thugs heading toward you. You have no choice. Just as Rudy reaches for you, you bolt down a side alley, with nothing but one thought coursing through your mind: 

I NEED HELP…

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