…. DAY DREAMING….

Dennis Hatfield
3 min readOct 31, 2024

……..AN OFFICIAL ACT……..

November tenth, nothing has been decided. President Biden had been restless, unable able to sleep for days. He had been able to perform his duties, but something wasn’t right and the staff were starting to worry. Several people had gone to Jill to express concern, and never received any comforting information that would make any of them feel any better. Wars were raging in the Middle East and Ukraine, there were hundreds of lawsuits all over the country delaying the announcement of who would be our next president, and President Biden looked lost inside himself.

He had scheduled a meeting with John Roberts, the head of the Secret Service and the FBI, which was a little confusing for his staff, but he was adamant.

The group, somewhat confused, all showed up at the White House at three that afternoon all wondering what was up, but there was a sense of foreboding. They were ushered into the empty Oval Office and asked to make themselves comfortable, that the president would be with them in a few minutes. They talked among themselves and wondered out loud why they had been summoned to the White House other than the wars, and the chaos of the still undecided election when the door opened, and a shuffling, gaunt looking President Biden entered the room with several well dressed men and women, who no one recognized, with him. As he slowly made his way across the room and sat down behind the Resolute Desk his group took their places, standing directly behind the president.

The president raised his head slowly and made eye contact with each of the men he had summoned. Interestingly there was a twinkle in his eye, but his face was deadly serious.

“Bet you gentlemen are wondering why you’re here? Well just like my pop used to say, he’d say, Joey ya just can’t keep a secret forever! So I need to tell you guys the election has been decided! Trump is out of the race.”

A sense of shock permeated the room. After what seemed like an eternity John Roberts, who was pale as a ghost, asked, “what do you mean, the vote is not complete, we don’t know who has won?”

“Well, it’s just like my pop used to say, he’d say, Joey, sometimes you win sometimes you lose, and I’m telling you trump is, at this moment, unavailable thanks to you!”

“ Thanks to me! What do you mean unavailable?”

“Well John, it’s just like my old man used to say, he’d say Joey, don’t let ass holes stand in your way! So at the moment trump, at my request, just bought a one way ticket to a tropical paradise.”

Almost in unison they uttered, “What! Where!”

President Biden leaned back in his chair behind the Resolute Desk, looked directly at John Roberts, and calmly said, “Guantanamo.”🏝️

--

--

Dennis Hatfield
Dennis Hatfield

No responses yet