This past May 29 demonstrators surrounded the White House. The 12 or the police were overwhelmed by the protests and Donald Trump left the Oval Office for the subterranean presidential bunker.
Trump reported to the Media that the chicken-shit speed freak had descended to inspect the underground shelter for a tiny amount of time. Attorney General Barr contradicted his boss’ narrative by saying that the Secret Service advised the POTUS to seek safety on the bowels of the Earth. Trump hid there for over an hour. Supposedly his wife and son accompanied the traitor, but I doubt it. The KKK hero only cares for himself and returned to the surface once the Secret Service gave to the all-clear signal.
Onme hour is tiny time for the President-God.
This incident coupled with the young demonstrators’ anti-rich rhetoric has forced the wealthy to consider similar refuges and a security company has proposed converting Kansas missile silos into luxury Doomsday havens, leaving the treasures stolen from the masses to the people.
I say the sooner they are inside the better and then permanently seal the entrances once they are inside the concrete paradise like Fortunato in Edgar Allen Poe’s The Casque of Amontillado.
In pace requiescat!
Illustration by Henry Clarke 1919