“You see, Hillary? It worked this time.”
“It should have worked last time, George. Then, I’d have been re-elected by now and have had a second term in the White House.”
“Don’t complain so. Your health is none too good as it is. The strain of the Presidency would have probably earned you a stroke or heart attack years ago, and then Kaine would be President.”
“Even running against Trump, he’d hand him his ass.”
“Don’t be crude. You’ve just become the mother of the President-elect, and all thanks to my behind-the-scenes work.”
“At least Putin couldn’t pull a rabbit out of his hat a second time and get Trump re-elected.”
“Actually, now that Chelsea has won, I might as well deliver the bad news. You see, it wasn’t Putin that got Trump elected, it was me.”
Soros expected a strong reaction from the former First Lady, but he still jumped when she screeched.
“You see, I did get a hold of your private medical records back in 2016, and I knew you’d never make it through your first term. I also needed to set the stage for your daughter, and by making Trump President, knowing how outrageous he is, I knew that now in 2020, I could run Mickey Mouse against him and the Mouse would win. How much easier it was to put Chelsea in play and have her win, though I was expecting something of a landslide.”
“You what? You kept me out of the White House? You bastard. I was supposed to be the first woman President of the United States.”
“Fortunes of war, I’m afraid. Look on the bright side. Your daughter is young, very healthy, and certain to be re-elected in 2024, that is, as long as her two scandal-prone parents keep their distance. You have a tendency to tarnish everything you touch.”
“I can’t believe what you did.”
“Still having trouble letting go, Hillary? Come on. President-elect Clinton is about to give her acceptance speech. You need to join Bill on the platform. We’re entering a glorious new era, after all.”
Hillary Clinton finally stopped muttering, “I can’t believe you did that to me” over and over again once she realized she was visible to the crowd. As always, she put on a brave face for the “little people,” and although happy that the middle-American blue collar “deplorables” had lost their icon, she found it impossible to push down wave after wave of jealousy. It should have been her, not Chelsea. She’d have to do something about that, and she could with the amount of dirt she had on her daughter.
Chelsea might be the next President, but her mother would make sure she’d be nothing but a figurehead. Hillary wouldn’t have the prestige that went along with being the ruler of the so-called free world, but she would most certainly wield the power.
Today, the idea is to write something from a different point of view, sort of like walking a mile in someone else’s shoes.
That’s a tough one, since I write from different perspectives all the time. But since I’ve been having a conversation on my blog about politics, and especially about Donald Trump, I thought I’d write on the 2020 Presidential election. The whole thing is tongue-in-cheek, so please don’t take anything in this story seriously.
Besides, in 2020, Hillary will be 73 and George Soros will be almost 90, and while it’s likely Clinton will still be with us (assuming she’s in reasonably good health), I don’t know about Soros.
Chelsea, on the other hand, will be a mere 40 (you have to be at least 35 to run for President), and full of vim and vigor.
I wonder if Hillary really would be jealous of her own daughter?