when your character craves and demands notoriety

                                                      you get what you deserve

The New York Times came swingin in like Tarzan on a jungle vine  

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1751,  Twosday,  2  10. 18 

sitting in the back of a cab he talked with his brother on his cell

his brother was incensed that Trump had been impeached

his brother typically  politically by his measure had his head up his ass  but he was a good Republican like hed been a good soldier  they told him to jump he cried How high? Republicans take their marching orders from the top down  a resolute authoritarian bend-over-an-take-it-in-the-ass structure  for the Party  for God  for Country

he had trouble with its descending priorities 

Countryshabbily  often came fourth behind Family  some Holier-Than-Thou yokelswho he detest held God Family Party then Country hed be damned if God had shit to say about his American life and freedoms if anything could militarise him Vietnam didnt God could Country might if the threat were existential but since World War Two there had been no existential threats money opportunitiesyes  Imperialist idiots neocons who because they could thought they would but didnt and failed famously they goatfucked the countrythe world they victimised tenthousandfold fiftythousandfold people to one September Eleventh death        

people milled about on the streets  

they were enthused irate they barked at one anotherlunged and shoved  they were trying to form up sides to get out of the midst of a group that didnt think as they did some physically clasping their mouths shut with their hands so not to betray themselves as they were surrounded by the oppositions clutches  

the throngs inhibited traffic

mired the cabs progress   

he was rethinking the cabthinking he might be better served to walk now his destination was maybe six miles off hed probably make better time walking

while talking thinking he was oblivious to the driver he railed at his kid brother and the inane spite he had for the Democrat majority who finally moved Trump along returned him to private lifehis private deprivations and a myriad of lawsuits that spun like farflung satellites lives of their own orbiting him and his business interests  likely to spin in space even after he croaked to his historic shame not that Trump knew shame

the cabdriver slammed on his brakes  nearly rocked him off his seat Get the fuck out of my cab! he howled  

the cabbie blindly swung his door open and banged people beside it Out of my way! You! Get the fuck out of my cab!

Got to go brother he said into his cell You dont like the turn of events suck an exhaust pipe just like Im gonna suggest to this miserable driver

he didnt bother to reach for the door the cabdriver yanked it open almost striking other people OUT MUTHAFUCKER!

before getting out he eyed the faredug into his pocketcounted out some bills and getting out he stared into the irate drivers bulging eyes and dropped the money on the street  Were even bub

FUCK YOU!

he expected nothing more it was the extent of expression he expected from most of Trumps kowtowing legion a huckster a celebrity somehow he was confused by his supporters to have intellect reason Trump knew what Trump knewwhat he likedwhat he wanted he wasnt the kind of man who thought beyond that he was wretchedly ignorant  an unfortunate lighthouse beacon of ignorance

he didnt bother to look to see if the driver bent over to pick up the cash

he wished he had the correct change but he hated the weight of coin in this pocketagainst his thigh 

why he thought to take the cab despite the twenty milesdespite knowing the vote was imminent baffled him

now he was in the heart of the city  its beating mulling mewling heart 

seemed people came out of their office buildings set their day aside for this remarkable moment and sought to side up 

he didnt have a side

all he wanted was the amoral racist out of office 

Democracy showed him the door

Trump could double downhe could run in ’20why not it was the cut of this cloth  though hopefully not the fabric of the nation

he sidestepped screaming congregationssidestepped shoving matchessidestepped vulgar sniping and not five minutes on foot while passing through a youthful gathering of students across from what appeared a downtown annex of a university or college a young woman grabbed his hand from behind she almost startled him  he wasnt conscious that he walked swinging his arms not his usual   

no  he wasnt startled that she took his hand  he was confused bemused curious  Eh 

she was lithe a ginger had an intelligent face wideset green eyes what was with the red hair green eyes freckles the warm fascinating expression                       

Would you care for a celebratory roll? she asked

whaddafuck Im not interested
Everyone’s interested.

she had a point

Okay Then no thank you

she continued holding his hand like a lost kitten  stroking it as they walked and wound they way through the agitated crowd

he looked over his shoulder his arm held back  he looked into her face  she implored him with her eyesconceding her words wouldnt convince him 

she made one hell of an argument

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