The Dinosaur Who Became Vice President: A Work of Science Fiction

By Douglas Sczygelski

A genetic engineer creates a tyrannosaurus rex, then runs for president with the tyrannosaurus rex as his running mate. And then the unexpected happens.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Douglas Sczygelski
• Release date: Mar 23, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005282516

Douglas Sczygelski

Douglas Sczygelski was born and raised in Merrill, Wisconsin, a nice town with a low crime rate. He has a master's degree in journalism from Ohio University in Athens, Ohio.

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THE DINOSAUR WHO

BECAME VICE PRESIDENT:

A WORK OF SCIENCE FICTION

Copyright 2021 by Douglas Sczygelski

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My mom had a job as Bubba T. Butterchop's cook, on his ranch in Nebraska, so after I got a doctoral degree in the history of geese, but for some weird reason was unable to find a job in my field, my mom got me a job milking cows, mowing lawns, and doing whatever else needed to be done around the Butterchop ranch. One day the ranch foreman took me aside and said from now on he wanted me to be a security guard at Building 99, a big metal shed where Butterchop did his experiments. I said sure, because he offered me a raise, and because security guards didn't have to work around cow manure. I sat at the front desk along with a bunch of other guys, each of us armed with a gun, and let nobody in who didn't have the right computer chip implanted in his or her ear.

I started seeing Butterchop every day, just about. Sometimes he would give us speeches. Why, I don't know. Maybe he felt nervous about public speaking and felt the need to practice a lot in front of a live audience. The speeches were all pretty much the same, blaming President Oofmop for just about every problem imaginable. I didn't like Oofmop much myself, but even so, hearing him regularly denounced, at jackhammer volume, as a dimwitted piece of filth who isn't fit to be called an American was a bit much.

One day Butterchop ended his speech by shouting, Send Oofmop to Nuremburg, put him on trial for war crimes and hang him! Hang him! Hang him! Hang him! Hang him and leave his corpse to rot! Then he announced that he had put some free donuts in the break room for