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Building the Mexican Wall

RW Spisak

It was the third day of the new Trump Presidency. He called Vice President Cruz and I into the OVAL to kick off the new Mexican Wall Campaign. Rubio was to make his report this morning.

The project had nearly landed on Cruz's desk, he was not a fan of the WALL concept. He favored drones with tactical nukes for border patrol, but together he and I convinced the President TM to hand it off to Rubio, Director of Homeland Security.

The TRUMPSTER dumped that stinking burrito in Rubios ambitious lap. Barely three good strokes to that thirsty ego of his and he took to it with relish or at least salsa. The TRUMPSTER had sent that double-dealing little snit Rubianity, south to grease the wheels,  since he's no longer holding the Senate together with both hands.

Thats Cruz's gig, president of the Senate. He's now beloved by all.  Everybody knew Rubio in Tallahassee, a deal maker's deal maker. He'd been sent ahead to soften the ground with the Mexican Ambassador. We expect him here in the Oval any minute to give his report. MR PRESIDENT? asked a voice from outside the OVAL. Director Rubio is here. Yes, what excellent guest do you have for me now?…  "NEXT" he roars, right through Cruz and I as if we weren't standing directly in front of his desk.

The Trumpster is so hard of hearing its amazing he understands anything. Rubio walks in, cellphone  pressed to his ear and trailing a cloud of clerks. The Trumpster was not one for small talk, its quips or questions with him. As Rubio enters the room, the TRUMPSTERS yells at him. "Marco what GREAT NEWS do you have for us, how was Tijuana? Have they ordered the bricks?

I have some friends in Haifa that have a turn-key solution." Marco swiftly eyes all in the room, genuflects to the desk and leans over to give the TRUMPSTER a hug. The TRUMPSTER pulls back and waves him off. Marco sheepishly backs off  turns to his chief aide and requests a bottle of water. Cruz and I slide over toward the presidents right, share a knowing wink.

We wait, while Marco empties nearly half a bottle. He bobs his head and excuses himself gasping  "I'm so thirsty." Cruz winks at the president, and in a mocking pseudo Canadian voice says "stay thirsty my friend". (Grins all around) "Marco, how was Tijuana? How goes the DEAL? You read my book, yeah?" The TRUMPSTER looks at us for confirmation. We nod, in unison, sycophancy rules here in TRUMP-TOWN. Marco, freezes like the kid with-his-hand-in-the-cookie-jar? BOOK?  "What book?" he asks his chief aide, hand poised attempting to shield anyone from hearing his question. 

His lieutenant leans down, to little Marco and whispers, "the Presidents book, sir "THE ART OF THE DEAL"." "Who wrote that for you, anyway" says, wise ass Vice Cruz, always the showboat.  TRUMPSTER (the President TM)  ignores his comment. Marco greasy as ever replies "I've been listening to it sir, tremendous book, sir, a book for the ages, a piece of classic literature, of epic proportions right up there with Cervantes."

The TRUMPSTER (the President TM)  beams,  and then he mouths to us Cervantes?  - we give him a exaggerated THUMBS UP.  He smiles, and turns back to Rubio Director of Homeland Security... "Construction started yet?" he says hopefully? "Well, Mr. President, I haven't been to Tijuana for negotiations with the Mexican government. I had to lay some important ground work. I've spent the last week in Belaire." The TRUMPSTER the President TM)  knows his REAL ESTATE, shocked he asks "Belaire, California?" (Cruz, leans over to me, and snarks, "he was laying more than ground work in Beverly Hills".) 

"Who were you meeting with in California? You were supposed to be meeting with the Mexican Government – I told you to go down there and TELL-THEM-THEY-RE-GOING-TO-PAY …. for the wall." THE ROOM ERUPTS IN LAUGHTER  

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Marco, stood with that bewitching "deer in the headlights look" that he's practiced in a mirror for decades, (he assumed it made him look thoughtful.) Cruz breaks in, "So where were you? Were you starlet diving the whole two weeks?" "NO! "Marco responded,  "I was meeting with people more important than some flunky from un Gobermiento de Mexicano." The TRUMPSTER's face is beet red now - "SO WHO?" he yells?

Marcos voice drops to a whisper... "I was meeting with someone who can get the JOB DONE."  "WHO THEN?"  The TRUMPSTER was leaning over the desk, his comb-over disheveled, hanging down almost to his jowl line. "I was meeting with", … at this point, VP Cruz, unable to hold his tongue another second, said, "I got it, you were in Hollywood, to meet with Sean Penn!"

The TRUMPSTER glares at Rubio,  "You wanted the help of El Chapo?" Yelled the TRUMPSTER  (the President TM)! "NO, no, no, nothing like that. I was meeting with someone much more powerful than Sean Penn."  Rubio explained. Cruz interjects finger outstretched, "who then?" Director of Homeland Security Rubio finally gets it out "I, I, I was meeting with Charlie Sheen" The ever clueless Dr. Carson, who'd been standing stock still and silent by TRUMPSTER's  (the President TM) desk since Thursday, suddenly came to life and asked  "Charlie Sheen? Are we going to see a movie?" "NO, no movie... this is real!" Mario, Director of Homeland Security, Rubio harrumphed.

"He has more ties to the Drug Cartels than anyone since Ollie North. He's put us in touch with the cartels and sent this simple message – with sensible drug laws coming to more and more of the U.S. The BIG WALL will keep illicit drug prices sky-high. The Cartel's have been worried about this for years, all their economists have warned, this is their biggest problem. This will protect them for a decade or more.

And they've already convinced the Mexican Government to take the credit for being "GOOD NEIGHBORS" with El Norte. Best of all the graft still flows. We can add new security money, troop money and high tech arms. Infact the Wall guarantees several new revenue streams  Only the peons that will suffer."

TRUMPSTER (the President TM) "OK Marco ... no harm, no foul. Somebody go get Press Secretary Jeb!  to call a press conference. We'll see if he can deliver this one without a slip-up.

Who am I, I am the Ambitious Amphibious Newt – friend to the powerful or those with ready ca$h. I have been your guide on this tour behind the scenes at the TRUMP White House.

The gift shop is just ahead on your left. .  

Rick Spisak