Putin’s Game
A work of flash fiction. Every event depicted is factual
He watches a direct stream of the 2011 White House Correspondents' Dinner.
He sees Obama in a well-tailored tuxedo, a slightly lopsided bowtie, and smiling as he receives another wave of applause for his little stand-up routine on Donald Trump.
Trump sits at his table, staring at the podium, slumped slightly, but his jaw is tight, and he gives a strangled smile with a slight nod.
That’s his boy. He got the media world in a frenzy by telling an illogical, outrageous lie.
Obama can make all the jokes he likes. He produced the birth certificate. Long form.
Leader of the free world? Maybe not so free.
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The tweets of the outraged Americans give him the most satisfaction. Trump inviting the 1980 Winter Olympics Men’s Hockey Team on the 40th Anniversary of their Victory over USSR was a needle slipping through the eye.
But July 4, 2018, would always be the crowning achievement. He told Trump to send Republican lawmakers to Moscow on a U.S. national holiday, the country’s birthday. What a wonderful way to desecrate it.
Piece by piece, every symbol, icon, and presidency would be dismantled.
And then the American public would see the hypocrisy for what it was.
The last defense of an aging whore finally left alone.
He receives an alert for an important message:
“TRUMP WINS A SECOND TERM!”
The fish have swum long enough. Time to pull up the net.
Note: All events depicted are factual.
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