"...screwy war"

I have this notion that #45 one late night soon will bolt out of the WH eyes bugging screaming  something about "giant snakes in the walls" with a bunch of Secret Service guys chasing him with nets.

Hopped up on Meth he outruns the heat carjacks a 1956 Desoto then drives to a 7-11 which he robs at gun point taking 20 pounds of Viagra packs of Slim Jims a keg of Diet Pepsi, and the latest issue of "Juggs".

Still wired he jumps the fence to the railroad tracks hops a freight train headed to Manitoba, and is never seen again. Though like Elvis there are constant sightings.
Especially in Trumpland where he's now worshiped. The "First Church of Trump" becomes the fastest growing cult since Jim Jones shook Teddy Kennedy's hand. 7-11's are ritually robbed all over the pink slip states.

I mean more the usual.

His followers re-enact their gawd's last act as a sign of loyalty, and in hope of going to Jesusland  to be with #45. This when the cops blow their brains out for armed robbery. Later President Pence signs an executive order for the mass extermination of Queers Negros etc etc....there's a long list. This of course starts a nuclear civil war.

Above the Red States Army of Peoples Vengeance.

They're raising their Queer Commie flag over former Washington D.C.

Meanwhile  Otto Smink,...aka the former #45 plays piano in the Redeye. A legal meth, and ganja whorehouse in Bleeding Badger Manitoba. Otto  is content in his new life. The only problem the radiation from the screwy war down south...what the hell they give him all the speedballs he can shoot. Life is good.

(...first draft. Been up for a few days. Let me sleep on it.)