When Donald Trump walked into his Mar-a-Lago bedroom on the evening of May 14th, 2022, he encountered a sight that burned his brain.

Wearing a provocative nightgown, Hillary Clinton was sitting on his bed.

He almost passed out.

It took him a full minute to put himself back together.

Then the following conversation took place:

Donald, I’ve regained control of the Democratic Party. Ever since that son of a bitch, Obama, stole the Presidency from me, I’ve been working toward this day. And now it’s arrived. So understand I’m talking from a position of power.

What the HELL are you doing here? Why are you wearing---

I’m practicing the art of the deal, Donny. You and I agree on one thing. This nation is in deep shit. From that starting point, we can engineer a revolution that comes only once in a hundred years.

What the fuck are you talking about?

Let’s start with the oil. There’s no possible way America can regain its economic footing unless we resume domestic drilling and production. This is a given.

Well, you’re right on that score. WAIT. What are you doing here and why are you wearing that---

But the Democrats can’t handle domestic drilling. We’re the Party of Stupid when it comes to energy. We need a Republican to turn the spigots back on.

I’m surprised to hear you say that. WHY are you wearing that goddamn nightgown---

It makes me feel comfortable. Anyway, here’s what the Democratic Party does have. An election apparatus. Ballot harvesters. Ballot box stuffers. Voting machine hackers. Lying cheating precinct workers. Corrupt state officials who’ll certify a raccoon or a porcupine as the winning candidate if he’s a Dem. We have all the shit you need in 2024.

I don’t need any of that. The American people---

Spare me the rhetoric. As President, Old Joe can’t get twelve people to show up and listen to him speak in a public hall, and yet he got 80 million votes in 2020? You need our apparatus.

You want to gift me your election machine? Come on. WHY ARE YOU WEARING---

I want to do a hell of a lot more than that. Let me mention a few items. Even though I love war and killing people, I want the US to withdraw support for the Ukraine. I want us to make nice with Putin. I want us to ramp up domestic oil to new heights. I want to end the COVID bullshit once and for all. I want to muzzle the woke agenda. As you know, I don’t believe in anything except power. And the US is losing power fast, because my Party has gone batshit insane.

SILENCE

But…you can’t appear to be wanting all those things.

Correct, Donald.

So?

You and I, Don, are going to stage a coup. A coup like no one has ever seen before. Stage One is going to be TABLOID. In order to RIVET the attention of the American people and distract them from EVERYTHING else.

You’re not---

Oh yes I am, Donny. Starting tonight, you and I are going to have a torrid affair. And in about a month, it’s going to leak out to the press. Through that click-bait asshole, Matt Drudge.

You’re insane, Hillary. They must have you on some crazy drugs.

I’m sober as a judge, Don, and yearning for your body.

NO.

And the whole world is going to know about it. Bill is going to play the tolerant understanding evolved man.

NO. NO. NO. NO.

Oh yes, yes, yes. Stage One. We’ll have seven billion people thinking about nothing but us. Day and night. And once we have their attention, we’ll go all-political. For the first time in modern history, we’ll have a mixed Party ticket in 2024. You and I, running together. The two Parties joined as one, for UNITY. Because “ONLY WITH UNITY CAN THIS NATION SURVIVE THE MANY CRISES FACING US, AS WE HOVER ON THE BRINK OF ECONOMIC COLLAPSE.”

SILENCE.

LONG SILENCE.

Think about it, Donald. On the one hand, we’ll do sexual revolution to the hilt, which captivates millions of people. On the other hand, we’ll staging an election campaign that’ll overwhelm any other candidate who tries to step up and steal our thunder. If he’s lucky, he’ll get one column on page 15 of the Times on a slow Friday.

MORE SILENCE.

You’ve got the Democratic Party behind this, Hillary?

Yes. That pervert Pelosi thinks it’s a great idea. She wants to watch us in bed.

My God!

In Stage One, you and I will do the whole I NEVER REALLY KNEW MYSELF BEFORE bit. LIKE SO MANY PEOPLE THESE DAYS, WE WERE LIVING A LIE. OUR TRUE IDENTITY WAS BURIED. BUT NOW WE’RE STEPPING OUT INTO THE LIGHT AND WE NEED YOUR SUPPORT.

But I find you sexually repulsive.

Right back at you, Donald. Right back at you. That’s part of what’ll make this so interesting for the public. And once we’re elected, we’ll accomplish, by Executive Order, all the items I just mentioned, and we’ll put this country back on its feet.

Why wouldn’t you want us to fake the sex…

We have to dive in. Play our parts authentically. And the sex would be an act of irrevocable commitment.

SILENCE.

MORE SILENCE.

No, Hillary. No.

Yes.

SILENCE.

On this mixed ticket, who would be running for President and who would be running for Vice President?

Ah yes, Donald. Now we get down to the nut cutting. Here’s the way I figure it. You and I can sit here for the next three days and fight over that question, and get nowhere. So we’ll run as CO-CANDIDATES FOR A CO-PRESIDENCY. Can you see it? You and I together, mind, body, and soul, as one, because these desperate times cry out for unity. “OPPOSITES MUST COME TOGETHER. WE HAVE TO BURY OUR DIFFERENCES TO SAVE THE COUNTRY.” IT’S A HEROIC ACT.

SILENCE.

MORE SILENCE.

“You have no idea how hard it was for Hillary and I to reconcile, after all these years of making war against each other. To reconcile personally, and politically. But we had to try, and we came out of the fire alive and whole. As one. To serve the nation.

Yes, Donald. Yes.

SILENCE.

Holy shit. This might actually work.

---I’ll spare you, dear reader, the unspeakable details of the affair. But a month later, under a flashing lamp on his home page, Matt Drudge ran the giant headline:

THE DON AND HILLARY! HILLARY AND THE DON!

And the world came to a standstill.

That first day, two thousand reporters camped out at the gates of Mar-a-Lago…

America was suddenly reduced to a single story in the minds of every one of those reporters. A sexual political GLOB rolling downhill toward a Presidential election.

-- Jon Rappoport

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