A White House Carol
In the morning and afternoon, in Christmas eve, in the year two thousand and seventeen: tweets, blogs, news anchors, or other modern media personnel utter out variances to President Trump; the year, is near complete, when the President try to climb above: rigid governing party line, violent tribalism, backstabbing factions, or other negative partitioning structures throughout humanity; but he fail in making positive partitioning structures, while ever increasing problems generate from the early or hopeful deals; now, dedicate to making a deal that will win all, he is in his bad alone; demand from his doctor be ignore; he stay awake while the moon peer in his temporary home and eventually he fall into sleep, and the clock strike ten. ...
Trump feel a pinch on his left foot, and shuffle; easy to incense, he notice a light figure and look to call the secret service.
"Why do you modern presidents always to that"
Trump expect to hear a voice through the phone; none arrive after many button are press, and he calm his nerves; his eye set to the light figure, and he notice a human visage; he cry out to his guard.
"I have all night, which is as long as you want it"
"Don't hurt me"
"You have already hurt yourself... but I am here to guide you"
Trump collect his thoughts and say: "who are you?"
"Monroe... James Monroe"
Trump think for moments
"You had us align chronologically in the hall, sequentially I am between Madison and Quincy Adams"
Trump still ponder
"That does not matter, do you have an idea to why I am here"
"Not at all, really... I really don't"
"I am here to warn you"
"Warn me about what?!"
The eyelids from the light figure close and it grimace extremely
"It is amazing how the living is free from the pain absent time while treasuring a handful from moments in their life"
Trump is in disconnect or confuse. Monroe turn round and set his back to Trump. Trump jump out from his bed to the door, witnessing creatures eat the entire backside from James Monroe.
"Do not fear them Trump, but heed their warning!"
"And what is that... Monroe"
"The harshness that your eventuality can bring"
"Listen, I don't understand, I really do not comprehend"
"Of Course you do not, none of us did..."
Monroe turn to the window and a loud shriek come into the room.
"What was that!"
"That was Jackson"
"Andrew Jackson, I don't believe it, he was a great president"
"Great... yes, he was great, but you confuse great to good, you see his deals, domination, expansions, and you see power, prestige, but side that was cruelty, treachery, sinful pride, a hardness that never bent... and so he bends now... look!"
Trump go onto his bed and hide under sheets
"You hide from the truth"
Trump, encase in covers, is raise above the bed; he cry out: "what are you doing?!"
"Nothing... you still do not see"
The cover about Trump is peel away and a thing, pull his arms out, while in the air; and, pull his eyelids back; he shrieks seeing Andrew Jackson bent like a taco being burn or frozen in various places.
"Do you see now Trump..."
Monroe point to another place and Trump is place there. In terror Trump say: "Who is that!"
"It is John Tyler... do you recall him"
Trump turn away and say:"no"
"He made a choice to betray those whom he was supposed to stand by, instead he tried to appease those that did not like him and in that imbalance, as you can see, many people were tore apart from those that was part to who they were, now he has to continually tear at his body, bands from one side to the other"
Trump squeeze his eyes shut after hearing Tyler cry louder; the spirit tear at itself, left hand to right torso or right hand to left torso, tearing roughly while skin fall or blood spill. Trump is set down.
"Am I in hell?"
"Calm yourself, you are alive and getting a chance to make your passed time better, you are not in hell"
"But I don't get this at all... did my predecessor have a night like this"
"Why didn't he say something?"
"Would you had listened or had any respect to the man"
Trump look down
"Of course now, besides you don't see the cause to this"
"What is the cause!"
"The presidency itself, the position like all powerful chairs binds whomever sit in it. Some chairs let you dream the lies you made or keep you isolated side your biggest failure... this chair torments you using your errors"
Monroe approach Trump and offer, the mortal, a comfort or pat on the back. Trump jitter nervously.
"Don't you see, none of us can manipulate you, only guide you hoping you will see what you have to do and I see you will have a long night... to that end you will be visited tonight by three ghosts: purpose, community, truth and it is time for me to go"
"But wait Monroe, if you always do this, why not come earlier"
"I do not always do this"
"But why come here then, you are not my ancestor... why not Washington"
"It is simple, you are most like me... like you, I wanted to bring Columbia back to what I thought was a greater time... I did not see, how many were hurt from cruel people I empowered through my plan to bring everyone together. I learned that uniting all peoples can not occur on one people's terms ... you get these creatures knowing at all I don't see including my own reverse... if any of us match a new president, the chair choose us to warn you on Christmas Eve"
Monroe suddenly yell and scream; the creatures are bigger on her back while, a thing, lift him to beyond the window, about his peer.
Trump go to the window and in horror see Abraham Lincoln; the father to the Republican party melting away from a blob like thing emanating form his skull; he notice Monroe is set face up while the creatures attach to ; call out to Monroe, but the pain overtook the spirit.
Trump step back and notice the thing whose own skin is trying to suffocate it is Thomas Jefferson; he only notice through a moment to normal as the skin grow back and peel off into the mouth from Jefferson.
Trump turn and jump into bed.
"Mad spirit... bah humbug, that is the stupidest thing ever, I will find out who did this and they will pay"
The light dim and return to the state before, while the: howls, yells, or screams fade.
"I need a drink... some nice egg nog"
And Trump put on his slippers and prepare to travel the hallway; he open the door and people are sitting all about on a lawn. Trump rush to go back into the room and close the door.
"Donald Trump!": announce a booming voice; again, it speak the same.
Trump run to his bed, slippers on, and hide under the cover; after moments, he hear a voice say: "you evade me, my purpose is clear" ; and some grab the covers and pull them off him.
Trump sense bright light and know his room is not present; he say: "please don't hurt me"
The voice gently say: "Monroe told you the truth and you stop this so the harder you make my situation, the longer and more painful it will be for you"
Trump open his eyelids and see the lawn where people sit, surround his bed; he ask : "who are you?"
A voice from a person standing behind a podium in a distance speak:"come here and you will learn"
Trump walk between two long columns in a narrow , not a seat empty, every face look to him; a little fatigue he try to see, looking to the horizon, where any row end; but none seem to end.
"Come on Trump... you can make it, you walked far less than this"
Trump reach the podium and the man put out his hand.
"Welcome Trump, I am William Henry Harrison, your ghost of Christmas purpose"
"I don't recall your presidency"
"Yes, most do not know of it. I caused my death in a place like this"
"Well, yes, through natural forces... they were the bullet, the gun was my love to speaking"
"I am a pretty good motivator"
"... well, remember that essay in the New York Times"
"Listen, I spoke the truth"
"Ha ha ha... yes, you spoke as you saw fit, the most truthful intention... but not the truth in the scenario"
"Ok listen, I am a pretty smart guy, where is my past, where is that woman that I mistreated... who I grew up with"
"Ha... yes, you still do not see. This is not Dicken's fable. this is real. you were given a choice already, a choice in every moment in your life, but you failed to choose positively to yourself side others, usually only to yourself"
"I don't have to listen to this, this is ridiculous"
Trump try to walk away but is unable to.
"You were told, the chair has decided"
"Well can I just talk to the chair then, and forego talking to you or your two friend"
"No but I will help you, as talking is my skill too... this chair started when "
"An old native leader... on his death bed cursed whoever led the English "
"But what does that have to do with the U.S.A."
"Patience, please do not interrupt like that... led the English colonist to suffer the pain from all their failure as he in his life, to his own, that English colony, Virginia, would be led from George Washington who would be the first president to the U.S.A."
"So because of Virginia, the U.S.A. has to suffer?"
"No because of those ... White colonists, presidents will suffer long after they think they can not"
"That guy was a fool, should had used his magic to win a victory"
"Magic, mathematics, science... all mean knowledge, how often has humanity used the knowledge it is modernly eager to acquire to positive use... not vain, individualistic goals that hurt others"
"You do what you gotta do"
"Yes a saying that seem very purposeful yet lack mentioning the sacrifice to undo what others did before"
"You have said your case, is that it"
"No you have some more guest"
"If they are like you, this should be a cakewalk"
"Why do you say that?"
"You are just standing in front of this immense crowd, not great cause no one is talking, but a great crowd"
"You do not see, my talking caused my death, got pneumonia, lasted for a few weeks, from my own memory"
"So the chair is unfair to punish you"
"No, when you accept a chair like this, the time spent is irrelevant, and my punishment is my mouth, every time I talk another person is added, the columns or rows grow, I am surrounded by all the possibilities my pride or vanity did not allow"
"These people are not people you know"
"No, they are people my lack of purpose did not make happen. And that is my point to you Trump. Be purposeful, vain advertisements do nothing except lead to a quicker death"
A person in the front row get up. Trump shuffle frightingly. Harrison say: "remember" as he side Trump are surround from the former sitters; they brush past Trump but the first one nearest Harrison hit the ghost in the face; and the mob assault Harrison through: rips, pulls, hits, bites, kicks; they each hit any part to the body they can access while Harrison wail. Trump see people at the horizon in every angle, riotous; he step back in fear to the refrigerator in the kitchen; it take moments for him to his position; he open the refrigerator door, hurrying, and lift liquor to his lips.
A door open and Trump cry out: "please leave me be"
"Sir": say a secret service agent.
"Oh... I apologize Jim... Listen, can you walk me back to my room"
"Of course Mr. President... is everything all right"
"Yes... walk... how is your family"
"They are fine sir, we will enjoy tomorrow, got a good surprise for the kids"
"Good, good... well listen, come with me into my room"
"Sir, step back, give me a moment"
The secret service agent communicate to others as Trump stand in the ; Trump watch him go into the room; Trump notice a secret service man in front to him, suddenly.
"It is okay sir": say a secret service agent behind Trump, startling him.
The door to Trump room open and Jim the President in.
"Do you want me to stay in the room sir"
Trump go into his bed, and relax, certain no spirit will make itself known, now that a guard is present; he slowly rest or relax; before he can nod off he hear a tap; he try to ignore his fear and hear more taps. Trump open his eyelids and see a man he cognize tapping Jim.
"Yes, I am glad you know me"
"You were a winner and it is nice knowing you are similar to me"
"Not in personal terms Trump. I was an engineer, a fiscal operator who never went bankrupt on fiscal maturity. Did you ever think to learn architecture, or engineering a building construction?"
Trump is frustrate: "then what do we have in common"
"We both believe... had faith in business, in individuality overcoming collective woes, especially in this country, we are both businessmen"
"We are both right"
"This is not about right or wrong Trump, it is a curse, and we both do not or at least I never saw the truth. Fiscal prosperity, growth benefited us both personally, made life seem like a win if only government get out of the way, as in your bankruptcy, I did not see how greater fiscal allowance never gained the collective value but only disempowered the fiscally poor more"
"That stance on prohibition was a bad call"
"Yes, but one I made, cause like you, I talked community only in spirit, not in function and in trying to favor government responsibility in the cultural aspects I neglected many who never had the means to fly or allowed by their fellows to do so... efficiency... efficiency to the enabled is blocked by the successful inefficient"
"So your my ghost to Christmas community"
Jim suddenly fall and break into pieces.
"It is alright, your friend is safe, just a scare tactic, but it is not for you"
Trump is in a puzzlement while Hoover bend over and slowly progress to the floor.
"Are you still here Trump?!"
"Yes... oh god, oh god your blind"
"I see you , or feel your skin... as you may guess my pain is to hurt form what I can not stop, hinder, or prepare to"
Trump watch Hoover crawl on the broken pieces, that is Jim, dripping and yet unable to cry out or feel the shards position. Trump turn away from the horror, kneeling to pray or bed or wail. Thunder sound, wind howls all about Trump; he rise from a kneeling position on the lawn; a man appear before him; and he say:"you are not death or the ghost of Christmas future"
"No, I am your ghost of Christmas truth"
"And what is your pain?"
"Simple to see truth, totally throughout my soul, unable to discard or hide it"
"Well what do you want to talk about, certainly not my essays or finance"
"As you have guessed, your campaign"
"What happened is in the past, aren't you here to give me a chance to be better, if I can't escape the curse, why do this"
"You still do not see... like you I did not see truth. I saw signs the rules from my past or in my present were cracking, and I lied to myself about what needed to be done. In the end my actions to maintain order or justice led to of pain"
"Well, can I go now"
"I hope you see, your post mortem pain is inescapable, but if you lessen it, you may make the wait easier"
"The wait, to what!"
"To the destruction of the chair, which can only happen when curse is satisfied"
"But from all the talk I heard tonight from you lame spirits, no deal is possible"
"Your wrong... we may get lucky and a truly positive or great leader may arrive or..."
"Or the U.S.A. falls, absent a community to govern the chair is nothing"
"Well, that will not happen in my lifetime!"
"The truth is, I do not know but I saw quite a few presidents before you and... you give me hope"
A complete lightness totally surround Trump or the spirit. Trump ponder, looking round.
"This is energy from the chair"
"I thought evil was black"
"You know already, evil come in all colors... and I leave you to what you wanted an audience too"
"Wait! I get to go home yes... I really got work to do"
"You must stay"
The spirit begin to fade.
"Who are you?!"
"You can call me Pierce... never forget, acting against the truth will lead to fire, unconsumable fire to the chair"
The spirit, name Pierce, merge into the lightness.
Trump feel hear as the lightness approach; his hand burn as it get closer and he scream and scream and scream... and wake while the on his face. Trump sit up silent or disquiet; he wonder to his guest and is startle when his Christmas day breakfast come in.
Later, in the morning, Kelly Anne Conway is about to start the morning tweet plan when she is halt from President Trump; and he say: "It is time to speak to the press about my new plan"; she ask:"What is the basics?"; and he reply...
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