He goes down the stairs.

Shouts, applause and flashs immortalizing this moment.

A moment long-awaited : to be recognize as the spokesperson of the Elephant party.

Spokesperson of what ?

To give back strength and vigor to the USA.

To blow the american dream’s ball who seems to have lost some air over the past decade.

« Refaire l’Amérique grande ! » he repeated in french with a smile while he tapped the shoulder of the french journalist who translated his campaign slogan.

Who could believe that ?

« Even Ivana can’t believe this, I’m sure !

I told her though : one day, i will be the president of the United State Of America !

She didn’t take me seriously. And for that she’s stupid.

Well, today she’s eating her stupidity while I approach the White House. » he liked to think.

He heads with energy toward the backstage area, followed by his two bodyguards, Mickey and Goofy.

Donald has no time to lose : « Time is money my friends ! », he says amused to a group of groupies who awaited his autographs.

They take an elevator.

The two bodyguards in front of the door : this security touch is his new stylish and official asset :

« It gives me credit and seriousness.

It gives me the air of being official.

Plus, it allows me to hold off those crazy mexicans who want my loss !

I would have’em all by the way . »

They are on the top of the Trump Tower.

An helicopter awaits them.

Direction ?

El Paso : to meet the president of the Wallforall company, Bibi Gorsky, around a good whiskey.

Bibi Gorsky was known for being nourished by separatism impetus.

He built beautifull walls like the Peace Walls of Belfast, the wall between Morrocco and Ceuta (a spanish territory), the wall between North Corea and China, the wall between India and Kashmir and of course, the must of the must, the top of the top of all walls, the one that separates Palestine from Israël.

Son of a former politician converted as a chief in one of the most important Kibboutz of Israël, and of a painter well known for her work based on her menstruations, he enters at only 16 in the prestigious London School of Commerce.

During his studies, he met some of the highest actual politicians and some great businessmen via the most notorious Gentlemen’s Clubs at the time.

Bibi is this type of person that everyone loves.

One day, as he was reading the press while his daughter was playing in a parc, a visibly bored little boy approach him and sits in the same bench.

The boy was staring at him.

But Bibi keeps reading.

« What does he want ?! » he asked himself.

-Hi you ! Where are your parents ? he asked while he forced himsel with a smile to hide his irritation.

The little boy, afraid of this creepy man, run.

« Whew ! »

But the boy returns and sits in the bench.

-What’s your job ?

-I build houses, bridges, water well, walls…for rich rich people !

Anyway, in what your parents are working ?

-You are ugly.

-I know.

My ex-wife used to say that !

«Did you even saw your little stupid face ?! I’m sure that when you’ll grow up, nobody will respect you !

With a face like yours…

At least, my ugly face inspires respect !

…asshole ! »

-But why do you build these walls ?

-To not see faces like yours, answers Bibi.

This was his time !

Time to relax !

And it won’t be a kid who will destroy that.

The kid stares at him.

Bibi stares at the boy too.

« He wants to play ‘who’s gonna win the look’ ?!

Ok !

Let’s play ! »

As for the kid, he imagines Bibi’s head decreasing in something that looks like a candyfloss.

He wants it.

He streched his finger toward this gluttony.

Bibi avoid with a big irritation this finger.

-Don’t you want to play with your friends ? Where are your parents ?

-They are dead.

Bibi stops all of a sudden his will to attack this boy.

« …what am i doing ?… that’s a kid in front of me for christ sake ! ».

-I’m sorry.

Here…

Do you want a candy ?

The boy takes the candy and repeats his question :

-Why do you build these walls ?

-To defend us from bad people.

-Who is the bad people ?

-The bad people are arabs.

-Why ?

-Because they do bad things to us.

-Like what ?

« What a paine in the ass ! »

-They kill people.

-Why ?

-Because they are bad people.

-Are bad people ugly like you ?

-Ok !

Enough ! Go with your friends.

You’ll understand all this later.

…at least, if you’re not zigzig by them before you grow up.

-What is zigzig ?

-That’s the sound of birds.

Now, go with your friends.

-Are bad people birds who yell ?

-No, bad people are…

well…

in fact yes !

That’s it.

-Birds fly.

-Thank you very much for this information.

-But your walls don’t fly.

-So what ?

-Bad people can fly above your walls to do bad things.

« What a stupid kid »

-You’re a smart kid !

-So your walls are useless.

-Exactly !

-They don’t fly.

-No.

Sadly, they don’t fly.

-You are stupid then.

-Ok !

Go away now !

I want to read my newspaper !

The kid looks at him and before he joins his friends, he says to him with all his innocent voice of little boy :

-You are ugly, stupid and despicable.

You are a strange bird.

Since that, Bibi doesn’t go anymore in this parc and sold his canary.

Since that, the face of this little boy remains in Bibi’s head.

Why ?

Is there some revelation behind this discussion ?

Some signifaction to recover ?

But for some reason, Bibi always removes all that from his mind telling himself :

« What a paine in the ass ! »

When Trump heard about Bibi and his company, he didn’t hesitate to ask for his contact.

A phone call.

A « -Hey Bibi !

It’s Trump.

Donald Trump !

How you doin’ ? »

Laughs.

Conversation.

Laughs.

A rendez-vous.

Laughs.

Bibi was a good thing to Trump.

Bibi was the best for his project : to build a wall along the american border.

Well, it was not really his project : it was the project of « those who know everyone you have to know to be ».

That’s how he name them.

Trump always wanted to be part of this little VIP group of powerful men.

But due to his jumpy temperament, they dismissed him giving him a « could do better » hope.

-Donald, I am sorry but you can not be part of our group.

-Why ?

-Why, why !

Are we a golf club ?

-No.

What does that has to do with this ?

-Exactly !

No connection !

You don’t join this group like you step in a golf club.

-How much ?

-…how much what ?

-How much do you want ?

Say a figure !

-Donald, Donald…it is not a money issue.

Are we an association that begs for donations ?

-No.

What does that has to do with this ?

-Ok.

This discussion becomes a little bit tricky.

Choose some ideas that we put down on paper et try to sell them.

If you get there, then we will take a look at your record.

– What does that has to do with this ?

-Good night Donald.

Donald didn’t take all that as a defeat !

On the contrary : he took that as a « …we believe in you ! Show us that we were in the truth about you ! ».

Donald is a winner, a great man and an artist, so he took the challenge.

Why ?

« Because I’m rich, I’m an independent businessman, I know a lot of people and I want America to be great again !

God bless you ! »

Trump choose the most craziest projects that appears on the « Candidate Paper ».

A document including all the ideas that you must sell to the people.

A document that allows you to run for president.

A document provided by « those who know everyone you have to know to be ».

When he saw « The mexican issue », « The guns legislation », « The american workers » on the Candidate Paper, he jumped for joy while he took the shoulders of Barron, his son, and tackle him on the wall saying incomprehensible words.

The only thing that Barron understood was that his father must, once and for all, search for a solution.

A solution for his wig.

« …and stop articulating your lips like some chicken asshole !

Like ‘O’ ! » he thought.

Barron was often ashamed by this little detail.

It gives the impression that his father has the irresistible urge to give a fellatio.

What Barron will understand much later is that the way of articulate his mouth like ‘O’ and the squint eye of his father was the definition of a cheeky charisma of a confident man who knew how to climb in the higher stage of US society hierarchy.

An arid desert.

A big villa on top of a hill.

A swimming pool.

Armed guards all over the house.

Some kids playing in the swimming pool.

An helicopter approaching the house’s roof.

Donald Trump descends from the helicopter bringing a briefcase with him.

Mickey and Goofy follow him.

Bibi welcomes him.

Few words.

Some miles.

Gentle taps on the shoulders.

They enter the villa.

An elevator.

They arrive in a basement, a kind of a bunker.

Burgundy leather armchairs, a bar, a false chimney and a TV on mute decorated the bunker.

-Beautiful speech yesterday, mister Trump. We can feel your sincerity and your debating skills.

You’re quite different. –says Bibi while he serves him a glass of Macallan.

-We will take them down ! –says Trump rising his glass.

-I specially liked the debat between you and Jeb Bush.

Sublime !

You literary kicked his ass[2] !

To be continued ….

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