Donald
Trump’s Hell
#Many people are saying…that they’d love nothing more
than to see Donald Trump not just lose the presidential election, but lose in a
stunning landslide. They want the message that this is not what the American
people are about to ring out around the world, where rational citizens from
nearly every nation are gobsmacked at what is happening in this one.
What happens after he loses?
He says he’ll just go back to his very very nice life,
or a very very long vacation.
Here’s what I’d like to see:
Trump tries to go back to his very very nice life…but
it doesn’t work out that way. Every deal he tries to make goes sour…no one
wants to work with him. All his previous associates abandon him – too much of
his true nature has emerged in the campaign. In fact, one after the other
initiates lawsuits against him for his broken promises, false claims, defamation,
and failure to pay his debts.
He tries to get another ‘reality’ show going but no
network will pick it up.
As his businesses fail, bankruptcy rears its head
again and he files for the 7th time. This time he is unable to
profit from bankruptcy; he’s blocked by court actions taken by creditors,
staff, and workers.
Finally he’s forced to sell Trump Tower, but the
proceeds are not enough to pay off all his debts and legal fees.
His wife leaves him for Warren Buffet.
His children abandon him, calling him a loser.
Broke, he takes a job with a life insurance firm that
assigns him to a desk job in Fargo, North Dakota. He makes $30,000 a year. He
is given a tiny cubicle with walls that are as high as his nose – his carrot
top mop and scared eyes peer around at all the other workers in their cubicles.
He tries to engage his co-workers with stories from his past but they ignore
him, winking at each with sly smiles.
He takes the bus to and from work. It’s a 40 minute
ride that takes him through a poor black neighborhood and a thriving Muslim
enclave – every day.
At night he goes home to his 3 room apartment in a low
rent part of town – most of his neighbors are Mexican - where he spends most of
his time watching re-runs of The Apprentice – until the TV station cancels
them.
He sits in his underwear and stares out at the brick wall
of the rundown apartment building next door, just four feet way, sucking on cans
of Pabst Blue Ribbon.
