A Wave Of Grey

Inaugural Swearing In Obama

That was it. It was done. Donald Trump was inaugurated. He is now the President of America.

I couldn’t believe that it was happening as he placed his hand on the Holy Bible, swearing to uphold the office of the President. It seemed like an episode of the Twilight Zone, but there was no theme song and no closing credits. Continue reading “A Wave Of Grey”

The Presidential Advice Book

As the new President of The United States of America sat down in his royal chair, he pondered what would be in the Great Advise Book.

Every president that had come before him had written something deep and inspirational for the successor, even if it was for himself, and they were all contained in one book. Now, it sat on the President’s desk, longing to be opened again, and it’s wisdom dispensed. Continue reading “The Presidential Advice Book”

Election Day

It was October 31, 2020, the day before the Presidential Election.
There were no candidates.

President Trump had run the country into the ground, just as he had with all of his businesses. Never before had a country been so bankrupt. Greece, with all of their problems, were in a better state than America. Continue reading “Election Day”

Greetings, Mr. President – Part 2


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I have been a puppet president for the last two years.

It started with an anonymous note on my desk. I thought it was from the Clintons or some former President. No such luck. It told me to go the basement of the White House to receive my instructions.

Long story short, no president in America history has done what they wanted. Everyone has been instructed, threatened, or brainwashed into doing whatever the Superiors desired. Continue reading “Greetings, Mr. President – Part 2”

The Future of Barak Obama

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“Mister President, the copter will be here in 5 minutes.”

“Thank you, Lisa.”

That may be the last time she calls me President.

He leaned back in his office chair, and breathed in deeply.

The end is here. I will never again be President Barak Obama. Continue reading “The Future of Barak Obama”

Greetings, Mr. President

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I sat down behind the desk. My desk, the one that I had handpicked. Every President gets to pick out the desk that they work behind. I liked mine, a sturdy oak desk. Plenty of drawers, a large working space for all the things that I wanted to do as the latest POTUS.

I breathed deep the smell of the freshly cleaned carpet and upholstery cleaner. Hmmm. Starting something new. Something fresh. Something powerful and life changing. That had been what I ran my whole campaign on and now it was time to start delivering.

I slid my chair back so I could grab a pen and legal pad. Time to prioritize the madness of the day. Who really needs my time and attention right now? I pulled the top drawer open, discovering no pen or paper. Instead there was an envelope, addressed to me.

To the New President

I didn’t touch it, only stared at it. Confused, I called to my assistant.

“Marilyn, did someone leave me a letter? Clinton or her husband, they didn’t drop something off?”

She poked her head through the door, glasses almost falling off. “No, Mr. President, nothing. Were you expecting something?”

“No, no. That’s alright. Thank you Marilyn.”

As she closed the door, my eyes darted back to the open drawer and the mystery envelope. Who left this for me? How did they get it into my desk, without anyone noticing? I hesitantly picked it up. Was it safe? Was this a terrorist attack? Was Anthrax still a threat? To my surprise, it was heavy. There was something in there, more than a letter for sure.

I opened it quickly, trying to end the suspense. I had stuff to do. I was responsible for so much now. I didn’t have time for this kind of foolishness. I was the President of the United States of America.

The content of the envelope slid out onto the desk. I was right, there was more than just a letter. A old brass key clunked against the wood, while a small note gently fell. I snatched the note up quickly.

Greetings Mr. President. Please report immediately to the lower basement for training by your superiors.

Superiors? What lower basement?

I dropped the note and picked up the key. It was old, not a modern key by any stretch. But there were markings on it as if it had been used recently.

I looked back at the note. Had this key been used by the former president? What about the one before that?

I almost gave Marilyn a heartache when I poked my head  out of the Oval Office and into hers.

“Oh my, Mr. President, you frightened me.”

“Sorry about that.  I just had a question. Umm, you’re sure no one left anything for me? They didn’t’ drop something off in Office for me?”

“No. Like I said Mr. President. No one has dropped off anything.”

This didn’t make sense. “Alright, thank you Marilyn….” I slowly started to slip back into the office, when I had another thought.

“One more thing Marilyn, how do I get to the lower basement?”

Marilyn had given me the strangest look when I asked that. She said that there was only the one, based on her knowledge. Unless there is something the Government doesn’t want me to know. She laughed about it, while I mustered a smirk for her. This note and strange key had me rattled.

Who were these superiors that were going to train me? Who could be superior to the Master and Chief to the largest army in the world? What would they want me to do?


The elevator dinged, announcing that I had arrived at the basement.

The door opened, and I cautiously stepped out. As soon as my foot hit the floor, the entire place light up. I was blinded momentarily, but it was nothing sinister. The lights were motion activated. Probably an energy saving move by the previous administration.

I started to walk around. There weren’t any Superiors that I could see. A lot of boxes from the move to the White House. A furnace and hot water tank in one corner. The Great White House Christmas Tree in another. I stopped when I reached the middle of the basement.

This was ridiculous. What was I even looking for? It wasn’t like there was a door somewhere here that would take me to the Superiors. And why did I care? I was the President. I could do whatever I wanted. I didn’t answer to anyone.

I pulled the note from my pocket, crumbled it up, and threw it into the old packing boxes. Screw the Superiors. I reached for the key. I began to pull it out, when it got stuck. I looked down. What had it gotten snagged on in my pocket.

There, in the floor, was a lock. An old, brass lock to a cement door.


I slowly made my way down the cold stone steps. The door to this lower basement may have been cement, but as I continued I realized that there was an older structure below the White House. How long ago was it built, I couldn’t even imagine. But I continued going down.

There was a strange blue  light at the bottom fo the stairs. I continued towards it. As I set foot on the floor, i realized that the light didn’t shine out. It only shone in this one spot. Should I keep going? Should I see how far this basement goes? What if it doesn’t go anywhere?

Something inside me urged me to speak, so into the black I asked, “Are you there? You Superiors?”

I expected an echo, but my voice died as soon as it left my lips. I was starting to worry about what I had walked into. Sweat started to bead on my brow.

“Hello? Is anyone there? I got your message.”

Still silence from the black.

“Welcome, Mr. President. We were expecting you.”


Read Part Two here.

Superpower Presidential Debate

“The next question is for Mr. Lucas, and after his answer, you may respond Mr. O’Leary.
“Mr. Lucas, as a man with superhuman strength and skin that cannot be pierced or damaged, how do plan on dealing with threats of terror on our soil? For example, the issue facing Boston, The Fist of English Justice.

“Thank you, Mrs. Dupont. That is a very good question and one that I have thought long and hard about. As an American citizen first, it would be my job as President to ensure that all of us are safe. No one should be fearful of what happens in their home. As President, I would not let fear mongering prevail in our home.
“As a powered individual, I would use my strength and invulnerability as a symbol for the people being effected by terrorism to rally around. I would become a symbol of stability and hope, just as the Presidential Seal is a seal of strength and authority. Those that participate in terrorist activities will know full well where I stand, and who I am standing up for.”

“Mr. O’Leary, your response to what Mr. Lucas has just said. And how would you, as a man with unique vision powers, deal with the same terrorist threats on American soil?” Continue reading “Superpower Presidential Debate”

The Last POTUS

Today will be a day that will live forever in the minds of the America people, a day that will stand as the last page in a long chapter in our political history. And with the stepping down of President Barack Obama, the start of a new chapter.

In a press conference, Obama announced the dissolving of the President of The United States of America. Never again will such a political office exist in this nation.

While these words shook the American people to their core, they could not disagree with what the Last President had to say.

“While the seat of the President has long stood as the pinnacle of power for the American people, it has become a redundant seat in our political structure. We have Senators. We have Supreme Court judges. We have Governors and numerous different offices working to serve the America people in the best way that they know how.

“So why complicate it further? Why add to the red tape and political turmoil that we suffer through everyday?

“Why not alleviate the burden on the people by removing a large financial blackhole? Why not eliminate a figurehead that only signs things or brings in bills that Senators or Governors already want to see passed?

“I believe that removing the position of President can give back the people the equal power and responsibility that they so crave and they so need to grab hold of. Removing the burden from one individual’s shoulders, and giving it to the millions of brilliant and able bodied citizens of this great nation, will empower and give us what we all what our of our government: one made of the people, by the people, for the people.

“It is with the irradiation of the Seat of the President, that I bring to a close the long chapter of irresponsibility in our political system and in our private sectors. Now, you are in charge. You, your governors, your senators, your Supreme Court Justices, you all have the power to shape America in the nation you are proud of, not just one man’s idea. Not just my vision of America, but our collective, powerful vision of America.

“While there will be great backlash, there will be refusal to accept this as reality, this is a plan that has been in motion for some time, and will happen. The baton of power will not be pasted from one President to another come the New Year. Rather I will pass the baton of power and responsibility up to you America.

“This will be my final act as President, and the last act of all the Presidents of the United States of America. The empowering of the people, through a peoples’ government, just as our forefather Abraham Lincoln would have wanted.

“Thank you all, and God bless America.”

With that the Last President stepped down from the podium,. It was a powerful and moving speech, the last of its kind.

What will come in the New Year? What will the face of this New America look like? Only time will tell what we will do with such great power and great responsibility.