Just days before Donald Trump is sworn in as president, imagine an alternate universe.
Hillary Clinton has captured the Electoral College vote (despite decisively losing the popular vote) and becomes our first female president. When Trump claims the election was “rigged,” influenced by FBI Director James Comey releasing damaging, unsubstantiated information on him in late October, Clinton mocks him and suggests he “get over it.”
Clinton names Marc Mezvinsky, her daughter Chelsea’s husband, as her senior adviser; documentary filmmaker Michael Moore as White House chief strategist; and Al Sharpton housing secretary.
Our madam president-elect insists her Cabinet nominees be rushed through for approval, then throws a tantrum when the federal Office of Government Ethics insists on properly vetting them.
When informed by our intelligence people that Russian operatives not only hacked into our election process, but also collected damaging information on Clinton that may be used to blackmail her, she praises Russia’s Vladimir Putin and smears American intelligence as “Nazi-like.” After Fox News questions her patriotism, she lambastes the network at a news conference, calling it “fake news.” Clinton warns that Fox and other “media liars” should be careful because, “I’m like, a really smart person!”
Clinton scolds a female reporter who brings up her husband’s sexual infidelities, saying it’s no big whoop, and brags that she herself enjoys sexually groping young men.
When “Saturday Night Live” continues to portray her as power hungry, Clinton sneers that the portrayal “stinks,” and that the show is “boring and unfunny” in a 3 a.m. email rant.
On Jan. 19, Sen. John McCain (R-Ariz.) rises in Congress and warns his fellow senators that Hillary Clinton may be “The Manchurian Candidate,” a Russian puppet who can’t be allowed access to state secrets, let alone the nuclear codes. “We are in grave danger!” McCain cries in vain.
On Jan. 20, a grinning Hillary Clinton is sworn in as the 45th president of the United States.
Whew! Thank goodness that didn’t happen, huh?
Playwright Mike Vogel blogs at newyorkgritty.net.
