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This was inspired by the above posting on a popular social media site:
This may all be in jest.
However, if not, I imagine the following scenario unfolding somewhere near Moscow, after the senior Trumps have settled into a comfortable dacha provided by their hosts, Mr. and Mrs. Vladimir Putin.
The Putins anticipate their guests will be there until 2024, or until things cool down, whichever comes first.
Whereas Donald Trump aspired to become Our Dear Leader for life, Mr. Putin actually achieved a version of such, being elected President of Russia essentially for life, or until 2036, when he will be 83, at which time he might be forced to tap into the funds he might have stashed away.
“That could have happened to me, had the election not been stolen from under me!” Donald protests to Vladimir.
Vladimir just smiles. “Our friends, the French, have a saying.”
“What’s that? I don’t know much French.” Trump doesn’t make such confessions often.
“It’s ‘savoir faire.’ Some have it and some don’t,” says Vladimir smugly.
One day after the Trumps have settled, Vladimir reminds Donald, “There can be only one monarch here, and it isn’t a butterfly. It’s me.”
Donald isn’t listening. Any conversation that doesn’t involve him directly bores him. He’s thinking, as he looks out the window and sees the onion-shaped tops of distant buildings…
