Trump: A Short Story

We had been waiting in a line that stretched around an entire city block. Two hours and one security pat down later, we made our way the arena - where we heard yelling from the outside. Perched from atop the second level seats, surrounded by 13,000 other people, he appeared to be a stubby, red-faced troll – almost as if someone had replaced the head on a manikin with an orange beach ball, and adorned it with a mop head. His name was Donald John Trump, or, as some, I soon discovered, prefer to call him, “Our Lord and Savoir Jesus Trump.” The crowd relished every word he said. I was bewildered, as lines such as “Rubio is a total lightweight, and his hair isn’t better than mine” produced standing ovations that spread across the room like wildfire. With the amount of sitting and standing done at that rally, it might as well have been called ‘Aerobics with Trump.’ After every statement and declaration came standing and jumping applause (and, …show more content…
Standing and leaning possibly too far over the second-level railings, I could see the evolving situation. A tall, dark skinned man was standing on his seat towards the front of the rally, holding a sign reading “Trump’s a racist” as he yelled the same message. The surrounding supporters begin to scream profane and racist remarks, clawing at the man until he fell off his chair. Swiftly intercepted by security, the man was paraded down the rally isles towards the back doors. The man sitting next to me stood up, moved up against the railings, and, with both middle fingers promptly in use, screamed “we don’t need your kind here” – which prompted applause and cheer. I sat puzzled. But not to worry! The aggravating woman seated behind me began to chant “USA! USA! USA!” Like a cold on an airplane, the chant infected the arena. In a matter of seconds, 13,000 people, and, even trump himself, had joined