The Art of Psycho Therapy...

Donald Trump Evicition!

Trump sits at his desk in the Oval Office.
He is nibbling a Butter Milk Crisp.
And muttering at the television.
Bidden has won the election by 1% in Pennsylvania.

"I want a recount!" Trump shouts.
Guiliani snatches some fries, "We had a recount."
"Darling, I'm leaving." Melania waves to her husband.
Her luggage is moved out as she leaves.
Trump picks at his fries, "Biden will ruin everything."

Guiliani chuckles, "The Republicans control the Senate.
He's a lame duck."
"The IRS is going to crucify me." Trump sighs as he stands.
Trump gets his jacket and leaves with Guiliani.
They are using the Air Force One helicopter.
Trump turns to the press and gives a Nixon double victory gesture.

"That was cool." Berni Sanders remarks from his seat in the helicopter.
"What are you doing here?" Trump queries.
"Biden asked me to ride along." Bernie shrugs, "I guess I'm too progressive."
They all laugh.
"Karmila Harris must be having an orgasm," Guiliani remarked.
"Yeah. She's one heartbeat away from being a lame duck." Trump snickered.
"Maybe, I could go to a Federal prison with a gulf course?" Trump mused.


Reflections~Buckle your seat belts were landing without wheels.


Vertago
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