Trump’s Fever Dream – Chapter 12 – Smoke & Mirrors

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How you holding up on this Trump fever dream in this reality? Here in the real world, at least to us, it’s Memorial Day weekend and the GOP has fallen so low that its main spokespeople are the disgraced Congressman Matt Gaetz and Q-Anon Barbie, as MSNBC’s Joy Reid correctly dubbed her. The GOP has voted against a January 6th commission even after fallen Capitol police office Brian Sicknick’s bereaved mother pleaded with the few Republicans who would even hear her cry for justice.

Democrat traitors Joe Manchin and Kirsten Sinema have dashed hopes to end the.. I could go on ad nausem. Suffice to say, we are sadly not far off on my fictional story here. A story I began in April 2020 that, among other strange parallels, correctly predicted that Trump would catch the Covid virus. This dark tale has taken over my peaceful mediation blog like Trump’s dark energy has taken over so much of America. But I go on in the hopes this can act as cautionary tale of what could happen if Trump regains the reins of power.

We now join the alternate Trump universe…

Chapter 12 – Smoke & Mirrors

Meanwhile one timeline away… when we last visited the alternate Trump universe,Trump’s harebrained insurrection succeeded in a wonky as hell overthrow of the rightful US government.

A gruesome house to house battle, dubbed The Blue Civil War, erupted to put the rightful President, Joe Biden, into the Oval office. And has so far cost 404,626 American lives, on top of the 3 million death count in the Covid that’s gone of control in the civil war.

Smoke billows on the White House lawn. Robert tosses Trump aboard Marine One and turns to give an insulate bow to the pissed off swat team.

“Fuck!” shouts the swat team leader who watches helplessly along with dozens of white soldiers as the chopper lifts off into the DC night sky… and EXPLODES!

Sirens blare as the fiery twisted wreckage Marine One crashes into the Washington Monument.

Meanwhile, 200 feet below the surface of Lake Michigan, amidst the floating bodies of the dead strategic bomber crew, a 24 hour countdown clocks lights up on the North Korean nuke.

Stars wheel over Lake Michigan. Sunrise shifts red to orange, making Trump more orange than usual. Water dowses Trump. He snaps to consciousness gasping for air and squints open his bloodshot eyes.

Robert tightens the ropes that bind the disheveled Trump to a tattered baby blue vinyl stacking chair. Robert stands before the dirt streaked picture window of the South Shore Yacht Club. He says, “Morning, Mr. Fake President.”

“Fuck you, Black Judas. This sure as hell ain’t heaven. So where the fuck am I?” says Trump, trying to sound tough while almost pissing his pants at the sight of three dozen heavily armed African American troopers surrounding him in the center of the fire damaged yacht club.

“About 30 miles east of the North Korean nuke, on the coast of the state you lost by 20,600 votes.”

“Wisconsin?”

“Agh!” says Robert imitating a game show buzzer. “Congratulations, SIR. You just admitted you lost Wisconsin on YouTube live to 80 million viewers!”

Everyone laughs, except the scowling Trump. One of soldiers waves his cell phone Camera at Trump, flashing the V for victory hand signal to the audience for an on camera moment.

“Last thing I remember was you tossing me into Marine One. And then — How’d you get me here?” demands Trump.

“Smoke and mirrors. Or, said another way none of your God Damn business, you ugly racist fucker,” growls Robert.

Playing good cop, Michelle Obama calmly takes a stacking chair. She faces the wet and rattled Trump to the excited mutterings of the troops. Michelle serenely says, “Donald, shame on you for calling tactical nuke strike on Kenosha.”

“You mean Geroge Floydland. That’s what you jungle bunnies renamed Kenosha,” says Trump, getting his racist freak on. “And I would never call a nuclear strike against the American people. That’s bullshit!”

“Play the video,” says Michelle, unable to hide the disgust in her face.

Video plays on on large screen television of Trump in the Oval office.

“My fellow, Trumptopians, in this vicious sneak attack, Blue forces led by the evil Barack Obama, murdered my… my brave boy Don Jr. in cold blood. This is personal now! Therefore, Obama the puppet master, and his puppet Biden, have left me no choice but to order, herewith, a tactical nuclear strike on George Floydland, formerly known as Kenosha Wisconsin,” says Trump on TV before his image freezes

“Ha! The problem with you communist ANTIFAs is you can’t tell a good deep fake video from the real thing. I’d never call in a nuclear strike on American soil, even in a traitorous Blue state,” says Trump.

The Black soldiers all boo. “Play nice, Donald. A lot of Barrack’s troops want to hang you from that yard arm right there, ” says Michelle pointing to a docked sail boat.

After the troops yelling calms Trump says. with a shit eating grin, “I’ll be 75 next month. Led an amazing life. The best life. You wanna make me a martyr for the Right? Go ahead.”

“Huh. Don’t you need a soul to be a martyr, Donald?” wisecracks Robert. The troops chuckle.

“Let’s cut to the chase. Our intelligence, from one of your loyal leakers, says you have the codes to disarm Kim’s nuke set to go off… ” Michelle checks her watch,”… in about 10 hours.”

“Suck my dick, you black bitch,” says Trump defiantly. One of the soldiers lunges for Trump and Robert shoves him back in line.

“I don’t do mushrooms. Give me the abort code right now and you walk.” says Michelle calmly to the laughs of the Robert and the troops.

“I’d rather die in the nuclear tsunami and take all of you fuckers with me,” bluffs Trump.

“So you acknowledge there is a bomb. That’s a start,” smiles Michelle victoriously to the applause of the troops.

Trump scowls as says, ever the fast one on his feet conman, “Of course. But I didn’t put the nuke there!”

“Well, if you didn’t put the nuke down there who did, Donald?” says Michelle calmly.

Robert pipes up, “Save it, Madame Former First Lady. I already know what this orange motherfucker’s gonna say anyway.”

“Oh?” say Trump and Michelle in embarrassed unison.

“Madame –” says Robert.

“Michelle.” says Michelle.

“Michelle, this lying sack shit’s gonna say Barrack put the ticking nuke at the bottom of Lake Michigan,” says Robert.

“Black Bingo!” laughs Trump

“And why exactly would my love want to send a 200 foot tall radioactive tsunami to hit Milwaukee? Our strongest base in the Midwest?”

‘Because the death of 1 million Milwaukeeans from would turn public sentiment against me!” gloats Trump.

“Donald, Donald, Donald. I think we learned years ago, under your illicit Russian-backed presidency, that there’s pretty much nothing you can do, including mass murder — like you did with your malicious and incompetent as hell handling of Covid, killing three million Americans and counting — that will ever turn your cult against you,” says Michelle to the sad mutterings of the Obama troops.

“I love all Americans. Even those in the deluded Blue states, says Trump turning on the charm to the boos of the troops. “Why I’ve done more for Black people than any president in history. Maybe ever including Lincoln!”

Robert backhands Trump mid-sentence, “Save it, Trump,” barks Robert. “We want the nuke abort code from your pen pal KIm Jung Fucking Un and we want it now!”

“You already have the codes because your Black despot dropped the nuke.” says Trump cockily.

A young female Black soldier takes aim at Trump’s head, “I can’t take his bullshit! Gotta waste this fat fuck!”

Robert stands between the soldier on Donald and says, “Put down the gun, kid.”

“Move aside, Colonel! Or I I swear to God I’ll shoot you to kill Cheetoh Jesus!”

“Colonel?” laughs Trump.

Robert ignores Trump and walks up the the soldier’s rifle muzzle. Robert lays his hand on AR-15 and pushes it down to point at the filthy blue carpet.

“Dummies. I’ll be rescued long before that nuke you planted ever goes off,” gushes Trump.

“You won’t be here that long, you dumb as fuck motherfucker,” says Robert pistol whips Trump, knocking him out cold.

A big sail boat glides from the Milwaukee shoreline, quickly vanishing in the distance, Trump squirms as a hangman’s noose is placed around his fat neck by Robert. “Give us the abort code and save your fat ass, Donnie,” whispers Robert.

“Ha! You’re bluffing! I know you, Robert! You’re bluffing!” shouts Trump.

“This is not one of our poker games I let you cheat at, Donald” says Robert.

“Ingrate. After all I did for you.”

“Ha. You never did a damn thing for me that wasn’t meant to help yourself, you pathetic loser. I am gonna enjoy watching the life choke out of you the way you let the life choke out of so many, including my grandma, Dr. Covid.”

“The codes and we sail you to a safe harbor, Mr. Former President,”says Michelle calm and cool as ever.

“Ha. You think you’re safe from my my fly boys out here, woman? Any second a Black Hawk’s going to come over the horizon and save me from you fools,” says Trump.

“Wong answer, Bozo. Ma’am let’s get this over with.” says Robert hitting Trump to the applause of the troops.

“Any last words, you orange devil?” says Michelle sadly.

“I won. Then election was a total fraud, like you, you Black cunt,”Trump growls.

Michelle shakes her head sadly and walks below deck.

“That’s it?! That all you got, you worthless Nigger?!” bellows Trump.

Robert kicks Trump off the sailboat. Trump swings from the yard arm choking before the cheering Troops. He chokes the words, “Just my fever dream. I’ll be ok…”

Trump passes out.

TO BE CONTINUED IN TRUMP’S FEVER DREAM – CHAPTER 13

As always my handy disclaimer that this story is of course a work of pure fiction about an alternate universe. It is in no way a true reflection of the kind and compassionate real-life Donald J Trump, and his charming GOP enablers or for that matter the supposed good guys in this dark comedic tale.

A big thanks to my wife Elizabeth England who played the Cosmic butterfly in earlier episoded and who takes on the important of Michelle Obama, for a fellow white person. Sorry we’re just doing scratch audio here. I will at some point, hopefully, get some great Black actors to replace us.

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LIES OF THE PATRIARCHY

It’s with great pleasure I present a post from a woman I am honored to call my wife and partner in all things. As a 14-year veteran of U.S. Army’s military intelligence and special operations, Elizabeth speaks out about the Russian and GOP psyop we are fighting with an authority seldom found on the web. She served during Operations Urgent Fury, the invasion of Panama, Just Cause, Uphold Democracy, Desert Storm and Desert Shield. Elizabeth also served three years as a Chaplain’s assistant to the National Guard during the war in Afghanistan, the War On Terror and Operation Iraqi Freedom.

Elizabeth in the Air Force

Today, Trump’s obvious lie that he knew anything about the horrific revelation about Russian bounties being placed on American soldiers in Afghanistan inspired her to share some of her hard won wisdom as a true patriot and conscious crusader. And as an attractive woman she has had to deal with the patriarchal system–one today seeking to halt the enlightenment, to turn good brothers and sisters of the conscious movement against one another in order to negate its positive effects at bringing about real change and a compassionate nation.

In 2017, Elizabeth and I followed the messages from spirit and traveled to Washington to hold a space of love within the crowd of hate-soaked supporters of Donald Trump. Like the brave solider she is Elizabeth stood there with me as the crowds booed and heckled Obama and any Democrat who took the the dais with the now-familiar Trump soundbites of vitriol. And yet, we sent Trump love in the insane hope he could rise to the occasion as president.

It did not take long to see those hopes for Trump’s rise to decency to be dashed. Indeed, before Elizabeth and I even left DC Trump began Russian-style fire-hosing, an ‘intel’ term for flooding media with confusing information or unfounded conspiracy theories, kicking off with Trump contesting reality over what we could plainly see with our own eyes: crowd size.

Trump then signaled his White Supremacist, misogynistic presidency’s unrelenting start by giving one of his first executive orders–green-lighting the North Dakota Access Pipeline and crushing the Standing Rock tribe’s brave fight as water protectors. Despite our horror at the Trump presidency, we remain proud that we went to Trump’s inauguration to be a presence of love and reason in a sea of anger and decisiveness for CoolestMeditationEver.com. That’s still at the heart of our hopes–unity among Americans and a better life for all.

I could go on for pages about my heroic love, my very own Joan of Arc. But let’s get to Elizabeth’s amazing take on the fight of our lives we are embroiled in when you cut through all Trump’s bluster. You see, sorry to those still brainwashed, on a spirit plane Donny’s nothing more than a than a festering zit upon the dying face of a bygone macho era fighting to survive…the patriarchy.

Lies of the Christian Patriarchy – By Elizabeth England

When I hear all lives matter in response to black lives matter it’s like telling me all houses matter and refusing to help my black friend put out his house on fire, because he’s not white. Black lives have been attacked since wicked Christian men kidnapped their African ancestors from their homes, sailed them a thousand miles away in chains, and sold them to wicked Christian slave owners. The racists say this is a white Christian nation. Their Bible provides guidance on how to treat slaves and does not condemn slavery as an abomination. 

For centuries, white Christians have forced their religion on subjugated populations, ensuring they are under the thumbs of the powerful Christian God with slavery intact and the Bible revered by the enslaved. Imagine when famous Christian explorers like Columbus showed up to the indigenous peoples and forced acceptance of Christianity on pain of death. Or when the Catholic church used their religious schools on reservations to select human subjects for barbaric medical research. Jesus didn’t speak out against slavery. When you ask a racist white Christian what would Jesus do, well, it doesn’t include ending institutionalized ways to suppress and enslave others through legal and economic systems.  They truly believe it’s their ‘right’ to suppress and enslave others and the bible gives it the seal of approval.

That’s embedded in the system so subtlely. And if, like the ‘born-again’ Christians say, you confess Jesus as your Lord and Savior, you really don’t have to worry about sin because Jesus died on the cross to remove the ‘wages of sin,’ or death, promising you everlasting forgiveness and life in heaven (not here but after you die. Always wondered about why you have to die to experience heaven?) So ‘if’ slavery is a sin, and if you’re ‘born again,’ you still have the free pass to heaven even if you are a predator upon other human beings.

The church has become the protector of child molesters and other monumentally wicked leaders across the world. It makes me cringe when I hear my white friends say, ‘But me, I’m not racist and don’t all lives matter?’ The wicked precepts that have shaped our culture are invisible to most whites. And now with the Trump cult they have their hero who supports racism and sexism, or the ‘status quo.’ But the not so subtle system of cultural and economic enslavement isn’t there only for African Americans and immigrants. 

Most women recall when they figured out, probably as a child, that their lives would be different than boys in so many dangerous, minimizing and challenging ways. Can you imagine—mothers have been having ‘the talk’ with their daughters for thousands of years?  And mothers have looked the other way for thousands of years ‘to save lives.’ The alternative of demanding change would come with too high a price: her life. Females must be careful because they are often targets of discrimination and violence. Every woman knows she will be challenged personally with (the same primitive consciousness as racism that sees their) discrimination of women as the right of a man and in some cases this will be brutal. And don’t get me started on how our culture treats children, homeless, mentally ill and the vulnerable. So you’re going to fight for this system, the American way, that divides up the vulnerable?

The layers of discrimination begin:  white supremacist, in this shit show, you have to hold on tight to you’re only advantage: being white in a racist country. Being poor, female and white is ‘better’ than being black. Huh? And if you’re a white male, you’ve got a golden ticket. If you’re a black or brown woman, well, my heart cries for the discrimination you must survive. And then we get to children…who lose all around in this system. No wonder our streets are filled with young people who’ve figured out they really don’t want this legacy.

So let’s get real. Do you think your rights are safe in this system? No one’s rights will be safe until we protect and care for everyone. But you’ll ask, how do we pay for that?   Don’t ask me that when a couple of dozen people hoard more wealth than the other 330 million of us and we keep bailing big business out from their self-destructive and predatory practices, keep giving them the advantage of our tax laws while they do things that hurt our people, hurt the country. Maybe you’ll tell me the stock market shows the economy is great. Great for who? The banks, big pharma, stockbrokerages and insurance companies? Really? Economic layers of discrimination are embedded at every level to keep everyone in line. Our system even targets vulnerable populations. Our founders were slaveowners. Yup, the bible–racist and sexist and pro-slavery. And the nation’s founders–racist, sexist and wealthy through the labors of slaves. That’s the mindset of colonialism that we live in and that some of our politicians are clinging to. 

When I served in the military I didn’t get all this. I was so idealistic and patriotic and I joined because I wanted to ‘walk my talk’ for democracy and the ‘’American dream.’ The richness and darkness of that experience served to awaken me to racism and sexism and corporate greed. After a decade and a half in the military it was obvious we were the blood and muscle behind so much greed, suppression and senseless violence on foreign soil, on women and children, all accepted as collateral damage of our ‘pro-democracy policy.’ A big lie to cover the theft of natural resources and cultural treasures of non-white peoples. Trump is a symptom of our country’s worst nature, an abomination to the ideals that led me to love the country and take my oath to the Constitution: to defend it against enemies foreign and domestic. By his actions I see Trump as a threat to the Constitution. He’s certainly a threat to American military service members with his affinity to despots like Putin, Xi, Kim Jong-Il, Prince Mohammad bin Salman, Erdogan…

I pray to see our country working toward perfecting the union aspired to in the Constitution and rising above the inhumanity of its founders, many of whom, like Franklin and (sort of) Washington were troubled by slavery and its conflict with the un-Christian ideals of the Constitution. Thank goodness the founders stepped beyond their religious dogma and gave us universally righteous philosophies in the Constitution securing it as one of greatest documents ever written. My soul is crying for patriots and citizens to abolish racism, sexism, suppression, discrimination and economic enslavement of the people. I’m praying we are inspired in America to hold to our Constitution to create the change we need for a golden age.

Understand, there is a battle for our minds on social media. The Russian intelligence masters are experts at the ‘long game,’ and they are elated at the hyperspeed of their success in America using our fabulous creation of social media against us to speed their long-range goal of destabilizing our country. They are using psychological operations (psyops) to change the leadership of our country with weapons-grade propaganda. And they know who to target using Facebook data. Look it up. It’s a BIG part of foreign intelligence operations now. And greedy, unethical businesses (like Zuckerberg’s, Trump’s and Bezos’), politicians like McConnell, and greedy corporate lobbyists will piggy back on the manufactured chaos for their own benefit. It’s hard not to be a pawn, isn’t it?

My hope in writing this is to help others discern the psychological operations, a long-standing and secretive military specialty. Open-minded, suspicious, fearful, born-again Christian, spiritual, yoga fan, raw/organic foodies, non-GMOers, anti-vaxers, ET and disclosure, flat earthers, the list goes on of the interest groups and people targeted by psyop propaganda using social media ads. Q is a psyop that targets me and many of my friends. Trump is a useful asset to Russian intelligence, whether it’s purposeful or ignorant, controlled through money or sex or maybe just his admiration of despotism. Here’s a classic psyop method: flood the public with conflicting info to create confusion about the truth and repeat useful lies until they are accepted as truth. Sound familiar? That’s Trumps daily job. Say something outrageous, trot out your staff to deny or defend it, then deny again, claim it was a joke or some other smokescreen to ensure people will fight about what’s true and who to believe. 

I urge you to take control of the battle for your mind. Remove the blinders to racism, sexism and the psyops trying to convince you they aren’t real. Trump is the hero of white, Christian racists who value poverty, racism and sexism to maintain the status quo and their power. They take more profits than they’d need for a hundred lifetimes and leave the rest of us without even our fair share of the fruits of our labors.

The pandemic is real. Racism is real. Sexism is real. It’s time to get real and take back your mind and our country. We are blessed to have inspiring and heroic examples of fearlessness from young women in our time. The world needs the balance of strong people, especially empowered women, to bring collaboration, compassion and care to communities and nations. Let’s see all women and children raised up and cared for as precious. Let’s see children treasured and nurtured into great people. Let’s stand up for our black American brothers and sisters, end their torture and say because Black Lives Matter in our America. Let’s stand up for our first people, end their torture and say Native Lives Matter in our America. Let’s stand up for our LGBTQ brothers and sisters and say LGBTQ Lives Matter in America. Let us be judged by the content of our character, not our appearance, sex, or preferences. Let it be.

President Me?!

As a film director there so much I learn in my sleep about just getting to the heart of a story with no preamble. In an amazing dream last night I found myself mid-inaugural address as the new president of the United States!

Whaaa?

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Dream Inauguration of President Sheetz

Relax, I have no intention of running for president. This was a healing dream. My soul looked past today’s anger-fest president in a totally dismissive fashion.  It was fantastic to see the excitement and hope on the faces of the crowd as I spoke,

My fellow Americans, I have some big shoes to fill as your new leader. Those big shoes belong to none other of President Barrack Obama.

The job of rebuilding our relationships with fellow democracies and allies starts now. Today, as my first act as President, all tariffs are lifted.

At this very moment my transition team is preparing new legislation to convert all coal burning power to solar and to transition the auto industry fully to electric cars production by 2030. 

The dream was so exciting it woke me. But as lucid dreamer I closed my eyes and reentered the dream and used it to set intentions in the conscious field to reunify Americans divided by rampant racism, a sea of lies and to make reparations to the Native Americans.

Analyzing this dream I see it’s the work of my spirit guide Abraham Lincoln, not to lose faith in my values so badly under attack by Trump. Nice work, Abe.

May this powerful dream of renewed hope and change aid the healing of America. Aho!

FATHER’S DAY AND THE WALL OF SORROW

This saddest Father’s Day ever, President Trump seeks to shift blame to Democrats for the horrific separation of Mexican children from their families even though his GOP controls both the House and Senate. I’ve channeled my outrage into this fictional short screenplay to help convey the pain of these poor innocents.

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Photo by John Moore

FATHER’S DAY AND THE WALL OF SORROW

By Ken Sheetz

INT. PANEL TRUCK (MOVING) – DAY

TINA MUNOZ, 4 years old, cries deeply into a tattered baby blanket. Her wailing is nearly drowned out by the dozen other MEXICAN CHILDREN.

BETTY, 30s, an overweight American social worker with a kind face, places her pudgy hands over her ears to try to block out the overwhelming grief that fills the panel truck’s interior. Curly Red hair matted to her head, Betty picks up her cell phone and shouts to be heard over the din of the agonized kids.

BETTY

Gods mercy! Still no AC back here! Isn’t it bad enough we ripped these babies from their family on Father’s day of all days?

Betty does her best to listen to the DRIVER, a middle aged Texan, on the phone.

DRIVER (VO/ Voice over)

Ma’am, I swear to God AGAIN there ain’t nothin’ we can do.

BETTY

Pull into a gas station and get this AC fixed!  It must be 120 degrees back here!

DRIVER (VO)

Sorry. I ain’t authorized to make no kinda stops.

BETTY:

Do you want dead children on you hands, Mister… what’s your name?

DRIVER (VO)

Mister none of your damn business! What’s broke is broke! Now, with all due respect, Betty, do your God damn job and I’ll do mine. Get them little brats shut up!

Driver hangs up on Betty. In despair, she looks around at the 13 wailing children and chooses one, Tina, to take into a consoling hug.

BETTY (In Spanish)

I’m so sorry, little one. Can you tell me your name?

Tina welcomes the embrace of Betty.

TINA (In English)

I am Tina. Tina Munoz. What’s your name, nice lady?

BETTY

Betty! You speak English so well little one!

TINA

Mama teached me ’cause we go to America; land of the free.

Betty’s sad expression shows Tina’s words have cracked in her professional demeanor. At a loss for words, Betty strokes Tina’s sweaty hair.

TINA

When do I see Mama and Papa again?

BETTY

I could lie, child, and tell you “soon”. But I want to prepare you for the sad fact I don’t —

A 5 year old boy with a bowl haircut, ROBERTO, faints to the panel truck’s floor. Tina dives to his side.

TINA

Roberto! He’s my brother!

Roberto’s eyes flutter back into his head as he goes into a racking seizure.

Betty’s fingers tremble as she dials the cell phone to reach the driver, who silently answers.

BETTY

(being as sweet as possible)

Driver? Hi.  I am so sorry if I sounded cross before. I don’t blame you for all this. But we’ve got a serious problem on our hands. A little boy, no more than four or five, is having heat stroke convulsions. If we don’t get him fresh air and hydration soon — Hello?

Betty curses under her breath as the driver cuts off the call.

As the panel truck pulls to a red light Betty eyes the side door latch.

BETTY

Fuck it.

Betty punches in her key code access and pulls open the panel truck’s side door. A heavenly breeze passes through the panel truck. Roberto gasps in fresh air, calming instantly.

An 11 year-old Mexican boy darts out the door and, quick as a deer, vanishes into the hedges.

Before anymore children can escape an angry Boarder Patrol AGENT, Mexican/American, 30s, appears at the door, brandishing a submachine gun, impending violence on his face.

AGENT (In Spanish)

All of you! Sit the fuck down!

Agent slams the panel truck door shut in Betty’s face before she can utter a word.

EXT. ARMY BASE GATES – DAY

Betty wipes tears mixed with sweat as the Mexican children, clothes soaked to their beautiful brown skin, hop from the panel truck.

Last off, Roberto leans on Tina. They slowly make their way from the panel truck, the little duo scurry to Betty and burry their faces in her soft but sweat soaked dress.

Agent spins angrily on Betty.

AGENT

I only count twelve!

BETTY (trying not to sound proud)

One got away.

AGENT

You shoulda told me, bitch!

BETTY

I tried to before you slammed the door in my face, you disgusting traitor to you own people!

Agent slightly hangs his head slightly, properly shame.

Driver appears and blows a hocker on the ground in disgust at Betty’s feet.

DRIVER

God damned liberals. You got no part in God’s work.

BETTY

I’ll have you know I am an ordained minister, you Trump loving boob!

Driver lunges for Betty. Tina and Roberto scream.

But Agent restrains Driver in the nick of time.

AGENT

Cool your jets, amigo. She’ll get hers when they find out she let one of the illegals escape.

Driver spits at Betty again, this time in her face, and hops back in his panel truck.

DRIVER

Ha! Got me another load of wetback brats to pick up anyways!

BETTY

That’s right. Help Trump build his wall off sorrow!

Flummoxed beyond words, Driver races off the panel truck in a cloud of dust.

WOMAN WITH PURPLE PLASTIC GLOVES, Black, 20s, kindly gestures to Betty to allow her take Tina and Robert through the Army Base gates.

Betty ignores her and turns warily to Agent.

BETTY

Can I please come with them? Get them settled in?

Agent grimly shakes his head “no” and motions to the Woman With Purple Plastic Gloves to get to it.  She manages to send Betty a sympathetic look as she pries the weaker Roberto looses of Betty.

Tina gives Betty a last hug and dejectedly follows her big brother, the only family member she has left in the world, through the army base gates accompanied by the Woman With Purple Plastic Gloves and the Agent, doing his best not to show his self hatred.

Betty sobs into her pudgy hands as she watches the kids vanish into the Army camp.

Passing wall she spots a plaque on commemorating the internment of the Japanese in World War II, Betty falls to her knees, her sorrow watering the desert.

BETTY (sobbing at the plaque)

Happy Father’s day…

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THE END

What’s happening today, tearing children literally from the arms of parents illegally entering America, is worse than our cruelty to the Japanese Americans of WWII. Then, at least, Japanese families suffered together.

Please share our fictional account of the horrors being inflicted on these all to real innocent Mexican children, bound to be scarred for life. Only by touching people’s hearts can this American tragedy end.

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