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from thedonald.win. NOT MINE!

Man, I wish I’d have had time to have written it!

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The doors of the White House burst open, and out stormed the great Justice who was set to watch over the law of the United States of America, named Clarence the Black, who dressed in dark robes, though the sunlight shined highlighting his silvery-white hair.

“Two centuries this country has stood. Now, at the whim of madmen and madwomen, it will fall. And the Star-Spangled Banner, the American Flag, will never flaunt again.”

Clarence was quickly accompanied by his small companion Pepe, a Pede who hailed from the conservative green pastures of Alabama. They were just departing from their unfruitful visit with the wretch who sat as Speaker of the House.

As they walked past, Pepe observed four armed guards, garbed in military uniform, standing firm around a flagpole, as a withering flag flickered in the wind, tears creasing through the red and white stripes, and nearly half the stars on the blue canton seemed diminished.

“Why do they guard the flag?” the small frog asked puzzled.

And the towering judge answered firmly, “They guard it because they have hope. A faint and fading hope, that one day it will be renewed. The King will come back, and this country will be made great again as it once was. Before it fell into decay...”

And the two stopped and gazed out upon the city of Washington. And Clarence continued, explaining to his naive compatriot, “The old wisdom born out of the Constitution was forsaken. Politicians bought houses more splendid than the houses of the working class, and counted the names of their foreign partners dearer than the names of their voters. Workless journalists sat in aged corporations, musing on wars in the middle-east, with activist professors sheltered in universities asking questions of the objectivity of truth and the reality of history.”

Clarence took a breath as he picked up Pepe, listening ever intently, and set him upon their noble steed, the great black MAGA bear as he feasted upon a breakfast burrito. Clarence then climbed on his seat, and concluded: “And so, the people of America fell into ruin. The electoral system failed. The United States Flag withered. The rule of America was given over to lesser men.”

Pepe stared off and noticed a dark shadow down the city emanating from the headquarters of the ex-officials of the Obama Administration. And he uttered with a weak tone of nervousness, “the Deepstate.”

Clarence nodded. “Yes, there it lies. This city has dwelt ever in the sight of its shadow.”

The darkness seemed to be heralded by a cluster of dark gray clouds twisting to form a tornado, with unholy lightning striking through and raindrops like acid enveloping the area.

Pepe observed the obvious, “A storm is coming.”

The Black Justice squinted his eyes perceiving what was ahead. “This is not the weather of the world. This is a device of Soros’ making, a broil of fume he sends ahead of his host. The goblins of BLM and ANTIFA have no love of daylight. So he covers the face of the sun to ease their passage along the road to war.”

Pepe looked on a bit more fearfully. And Clarence forewarned, “When the shadow of the swamp reaches the White House, it will begin...”

The amphibian sighed out a breath of tension, and said in a hurried posture, “Well, Washington, D.C., very impressive. So where are we off to next?”

Clarence turned his gaze back and looked down at him solemnly. “Oh, it’s too late for that, Pepegrin. There’s no leaving this city...”

And he looked out again ahead at the landscape of the city, a mix of deep concern in his eyes betraying a shadow of uncertainty in his heart. “Help must come to us.”