El Donaldo Real

By Emile Bienert

What would Donald Trump learn if he suddenly woke up as a migrant laborer?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Emile Bienert
• Release date: Dec 23, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370218158

Emile Bienert

I am probably not a wizard.

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El Donaldo Real

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Copyright 2016 Sean Bienert

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The country is divided. But when they write my presidential legacy, it will start with trips like this one, thought Donald John Trump, Sr. as he boarded his private jet, bound for Jenson, Vermont. He was only President-elect, but aides and security had already become ever-present in his life. As he eased into one of the cabin's few spacious leather seats, his brain went back and forth about what level of attention to pay the droning from someone nearby, either the trip ahead of them or the news behind them. Donald did not look out the window but, rather, sat back and tried to relax. It was always a pleasure to rub it in the faces of the old money, New Englanders, the smug liberals he had won. He had beaten them. No matter what anyone said, that could not be taken away. These were people cut from the same cloth as those Manhattanites who had eventually had to accept him. He had won the damn election. That was what he did. He was a winner.

Going to somewhere like Vermont, a place that was nine-tenths Canada, always reminded Donald that there was something that he felt rejected from: the hoity-toity, liberal elite intelligentsia. They just wouldn’t have him. Sure, they were polite most of the time. They’d make deals with his money, but he felt he could almost hear the professors and artists and Jews talking about him the second he left the room. Donald knew the words they used. He understood them in context. He just didn’t use the same ones. That didn’t matter though – Donald’s words were for the common, hard-working, humble people, the people like him. They were the ones he’d spoken to, and they had given him the election.

As the plane started down the runway, Donald remembered that it would be important to show that he

Reviews for El Donaldo Real

[André Bueno · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

Awesome quick read…wished it were longer!
So funny too! Enjoy!