The Day of the Donald
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Authors: Andrew Shaffer
Tags: #FIC031000 Fiction / Thrillers / General
Praise for Donald J. Trump
“I’m intelligent. Some people would say I’m very, very, very intelligent.”
—Donald J. Trump, in
Fortune
“I love beautiful women, and beautiful women love me.”
—Donald J. Trump, speaking to Norwegian talk show host Fredrik Skavlan
“It is very hard for them to attack me on looks, because I am so good-looking.”
—Donald J. Trump, on NBC’s
Meet the Press
, August 7, 2015
“What a great honor it must be for you to honor me tonight.”
—Donald J. Trump, at his Comedy Central Roast
“I could stand in the middle of Fifth Avenue and shoot somebody, and I wouldn’t lose any voters, okay? It’s, like, incredible.”
—Donald J. Trump, speaking at a rally in Sioux Center, January 23, 2016
“The show is ‘Trump.’ And it is sold-out performances everywhere.”
—Donald J. Trump, in
Playboy
, March 1990
“We want to see winning. We want to see win, win, win—constant winning. And you’ll say—if I’m president . . . ‘Please,
Mr. President, we’re winning too much. We can’t stand it anymore. Can’t we have a loss?’ And I’ll say no, we’re going to keep winning, winning, winning.”
—Donald J. Trump, speaking at Liberty University, January 2016
Also available by Andrew Shaffer:
Ghosts from Our Past: Both Literally and Figuratively: The Study of the Paranormal
How to Survive a Sharknado and Other Unnatural Disasters
Literary Rogues: A Scandalous History of Wayward Authors
Fifty Shames of Earl Grey
(writing as Fanny Merkin)
Great Philosophers Who Failed at Love
ANDREW SHAFFER
TRUMP TRUMPS AMERICA!
This is a work of fiction. All of the names, characters, organizations, places, and events portrayed in this novel either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to real or actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Copyright © 2016 by Quick Brown Fox & Company LLC.
All rights reserved.
Published in the United States by Crooked Lane Books, an imprint of The Quick Brown Fox & Company LLC.
Crooked Lane Books and its logo are trademarks of The Quick Brown Fox & Company LLC.
Library of Congress Catalog-in-Publication data available upon request.
ISBN (paperback): 978-1-68331-045-7
ISBN (ePub): 978-1-68331-046-4
ISBN (Kindle): 978-1-68331-047-1
ISBN (ePDF): 978-1-68331-048-8
Cover design by Louis Malcangi
Cover illustration by Bruce Emmett
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First Edition: June 2016
“It’s like Mahatma Gandhi said: First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win . . . and then you make them all kiss your ass.”
—President-Elect Trump in his acceptance speech, November 8, 2016
Chapter One: The Even Greater Wall
Chapter Two: Shawshank (Minus the Redemption)
Chapter Four: An Offer You Can’t Refuse
Excerpt From the Trump/Dorset Sessions
Chapter Seven: First Impressions Are Everything
Chapter Eight: The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly
Chapter Ten: Surprise! You’re Dead!
Chapter Eleven: The Whole Shack Shimmies
Chapter Twelve: A Hard Bed Is Good to Find
Chapter Fourteen: We Honor and Remember Their Sacrifice
Chapter Fifteen: Hope Is a Four-Letter Word
Chapter Sixteen: Winter Is Coming
Excerpt From the Trump/Dorset Sessions
Chapter Eighteen: Roses Are Red, Lester Is Blue
Chapter Nineteen: We Don’t Dial 9-1-1
Chapter Twenty: Close Enough for Government Work
Chapter Twenty-One: Candy Is Dandy, but Liquor Is Quicker
Chapter Twenty-Two: Strawberry and Cinnamon
Chapter Twenty-Three: Trump Zero
Chapter Twenty-Five: Panda Express
Chapter Twenty-Six: Check, Please
Excerpt From the Trump/Dorset Sessions
Chapter Twenty-Seven: Say Cheese!
Chapter Twenty-Eight: Boomtown
Chapter Twenty-Nine: Twelve Angry Men
Chapter Thirty-One: The Birds and the Bees
Chapter Thirty-Two: Hello Kitty
Chapter Thirty-Three: Prince of Whales
Chapter Thirty-Four: Mei Xiang’s Revenge
Excerpt From the Trump/Dorset Sessions
Chapter Thirty-Five: Thursday, Don’t Even Start
Excerpt From the Trump/Dorset Sessions
Chapter Thirty-Six: A Little Ditty
Chapter Thirty-Seven: Have You Heard the Good Word?
Chapter Thirty-Eight: Last Man Standing
Chapter Thirty-Nine: What’s Our Vector, Victor?
Chapter Forty: Humble Is on the Move
Chapter Forty-One: Let’s Go Cubbies
Chapter Forty-Two: The National Outlet Mall
Chapter Forty-Three: The Ritz Cracker Barrel
Chapter Forty-Four: A Very Particular Set of Skills
Chapter Forty-Five: Table for One
Chapter Forty-Six: The Seventh-Leading Cause of Death in the US
Chapter Forty-Seven: Ninety Percent of the Time
Chapter Forty-Eight: Storming the Castle
Chapter Forty-Nine: Something Strange in the Neighborhood
Chapter Fifty: Victoria’s Secret
Chapter Fifty-One: It Happens to Plenty of Guys
Excerpt From the Trump/Dorset Sessions
Chapter Fifty-Two: Stupid Is as Stupid Does
Chapter Fifty-Three: Drawing Chickens
Chapter Fifty-Four: Stool for Spies
Chapter Fifty-Five: The Dream of the Nineties Is Alive
Chapter Fifty-Six: Killing Everybody
Chapter Fifty-Seven: High Score: 1,072
Chapter Fifty-Eight: Deny Everything
Chapter Fifty-Nine: To Catch a Rat
Chapter Sixty: Lucifer in the Flesh
Chapter Sixty-One: As Big as It Gets
Excerpt From the Trump/Dorset Sessions
Chapter Sixty-Two: The Series Finale
Chapter Sixty-Three: Think of the Pageviews!
Chapter Sixty-Four: No Spoilers
Chapter Sixty-Five: The One With Mel Gibson
Chapter Sixty-Six: Great America
T
he skies were overcast on a bitterly cold January day, but that didn’t stop the massive crowd from gathering at the US Capitol Building. The crowd was bundled up, pumped up, and in more than a few cases, liquored up. This was a day that would set the Guinness World Record for the most fistfights at one location in a single day.
But far away from the protests, up on the Capitol steps, a thin ray of sunshine broke through the clouds to illuminate what, from a distance, looked like a thick wisp of rust-flavored cotton candy. The strings blew about in the wind, eventually settling back down on top of the head of the man about to become the forty-fifth president of the United States—Donald J. Trump.
The billionaire businessman and WWE Hall of Famer stood tall and proud on the platform, joined by his five children. No first lady. The “October Surprise” of this election cycle had been his split from Melania—which did nothing to slow his momentum. If anything, polls indicated it may have helped.
As five Cessnas flew overhead in tight formation, Donald Trump stepped forward. He placed his hand on the Bible being held by Donald Trump Jr., which was in turn resting atop a
copy of
Trump: The Art of the Deal
. He raised his right hand as Chief Justice Roberts administered the oath of office.
After being sworn in, Trump stepped to the microphone.
“My fellow Americans, we are about to do some really, really fantastic things! It’s gonna be terrific! It’s a new day. Last November, the American people made their voices heard loud and clear in nearly every state. California, Illinois, I don’t know what you were thinking—you got some big financial problems going on out there, and I’m a very good businessman. I could have helped out, I’m just saying.
“And now we’re going to Make! America! Great! Again! That’s right. If you don’t have a hat, by the way, they’re selling them at the merch booths near the exits. Twenty-five dollars for some really good workmanship. It’s quality, a great value.
“This is a terrific nation. Sure, it has some problems. But hey—I have a lot of experience inheriting extravagant commodities, and they almost always retain most of their value. I totally got this.
“Let’s stop to give a great round of applause to Obama. I was tough on him during the campaign, but he did a pretty nice job for a Hawaiian American.”
The viewers at home saw a shot of President Obama waving graciously to Trump and the crowd. And then, perhaps thinking the cameras had already cut away, Obama turned to Michelle and mouthed, “We can go.” The outgoing first couple were halfway out of their seats by the time the cameras returned to Trump.
“I want to say how humbled I am to have earned this sacred trust. I
want
to say that, but we all know I completely deserve this. I’m the most qualified guy to win the presidency since
Eisenhower. So let me say to you: Good choice, America. You nailed this one.
“Let’s make America great again, from sea to shiny sea. It’s not just for rich-o’s, either. Look, folks, my car has windows. I know that there’re some run-down neighborhoods in America. We’re going to fix that. The poor people are going to be so happy. I promise tomorrow, day one, to end the program that gives tax breaks for making your home more energy efficient. We’re going to replace it with tax breaks for making your home more classy. I want a granite countertop in every kitchen and Bermuda grass on every lawn!
“So, America, here’s what I’m gonna do. I’m going to be a first-rate, grade-A, big-league commander in chief. I’m going to deliver the goods. That’s what you gotta do, right? Deliver the goods. I’m great at delivering the goods. There’s nobody better. We’re going to turn a profit in every sense of the word. And we’re going to tell America’s enemies . . . you’re fired!”
There was a two-minute-long wait for the applause to subside. Half a mile away, a car was flipped over, set on fire, and then flipped over while on fire—all for still having a Bernie bumper sticker.
In Madison, Wisconsin, a frat boy passed out. He’d been playing a drinking game where he took a shot every time Trump said the word “great.” He would survive. The new president would even cover the cost to pump his stomach.
And in Manhattan, six late-night talk show hosts joined hands in a prayer circle and gave thanks for the bounty that they were about to receive.
“As the great Abraham Lincoln once said, ‘Put up or shut up.’ And I am the best at putting up. I put up Trump Tower. I
put up the Trump casino. I put up the other Trump Tower in Chicago, and have you seen how tall it is? Majestic. It is a building that Abraham Lincoln would have been thrilled by if he had lived to see it. He’d be amazed. It would have blown his mind.”
He paused as if he’d just realized his poor choice of words but continued on. Such was the Trump way.
“I’m a rising tide, America, and I’m going to lift all the boats. If you don’t have a boat, you’ll be able to afford one by the time I’m done.”
Trump paused for dramatic effect. He brushed away a tear, or maybe his eye just itched.
“We’re going to do more than make America great. America is going to be really, truly amazing. This is the finest, richest, most upscale nation in the world. I’m proud to have my name on it, I really am.
“God bless America, and let’s make some money.”
He waved to the cheering masses and headed inside, out of the cold.
The Trump era had begun.
