How Donnie Trump Saved My Marriage

He didn’t actually, but I thought it was a good way to draw attention to the improbable events that happened while Trump monopolized the TV screens. Many earth shaking occurrences and changes were overlooked during the election season debacle.

Where to begin…

David Oblivion sat in the Hot Box waiting for the interview to start. He’d been waiting for eleven days and the Box was getting hotter. Food and water, the basics, were provided through a slit in the metal door. He was the one on trial, but David had his own questions that needed to be answered.

David was waiting to be interviewed by a man who called himself Death. He was a representative of the “New World Order.” David was one of the few people who knew the New Order was already in control. It happened while everyone was hypnotized by The Donnie on TV.

Lavonia Freestand wanted to free David. She was an activist who believed Black Lives Matter. David wasn’t Black, but he could have been… and really it didn’t matter. David was a victim and Lavonia knew he was innocent. She worked in social media penetrating the walls of lies that separated people from one another. Most people were attached to the internet, floating in cyberspace, living in virtual reality like make-believe celebrities. Real life was superceded by Second Life while the New Order quietly took control.

According to the Donnie the world was about to be decimated by Muslim terrorists. Immigrants were destroying America. The Middle East was a tinderbox because a weak, former President failed to bomb the place to kingdom come. Different truths for different folks.

Conspiracy theories also existed. Some theories were fact: no one knew about the washing machine on the Moon. No one knew about the colonization of alien planets. No one knew about the Third World War that began in 1975 and never ended. It was too late for David Oblivion. He wrestled with himself -wrestled with his realizations… David knew!

Lavonia Freestand wore a sliver lame’ gown fashioned from spider silk. She was having a nosh at Katz’s Virtual Emporium.

“Hi there,” Monsoon Rex sauntered up to Lavonia and stunned her with his X-ray eyes. She faltered but stayed true to her digitally enhanced persona.

“Bub,” she said, “what’s your game?” Lavonia suspected enemy collusion or worse.

“I’m here to soft talk you,” he said, “I want your soul.”

“Are you Death?” She queried.

“No,” he said, “Death is with David Oblivion doing an interview.”

Lavonia couldn’t help herself. She was drawn to the devious stranger like a motherless child looking for love. She lost her grip and forgot about David. Lavonia and Monsoon shifted into retrograde.

 

“I’m here to interview you,” Death uttered like a bass drum

“I know,” David replied like a shy, adolescent girl.

“You trying to seduce me?” Death said.

“No way… just following the rules. I have a few questions.”

“Don’t screw with me… You know who I am!” Death was indignant.

“I know… but, it’s important.”

“OK, ask away,” said a subdued Death.

“I only have one question, really… Why do you exist? Why all the drama… What’s the big deal.”

“Long story short: you want me here… All of you. I make your lives meaningful because you are always under my threat… Always trying to cheat me… Always surviving in my shadow. Without me there would be nothing to live for. You need me to goad and push you into the future. You need me to make the future possible.”

While David was being interviewed, a new President was elected. The future was beginning to unfold.

It was the end and David knew it. He hoped the world would survive the inevitable.

TrumpSaved Me

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