Jabbing his cellphone keys with a fat index finger, Donald J. Trump keeps making errors before he shoves the device at Ivanka and orders, “Here, take dictation. This wouldn’t be necessary if the cowardly attorney general of Georgia had found the votes I told him to.”
“Dad, even with Georgia, you’d still be well short of Biden.”
“Then we’d do the same in Pennsylvania and lots of other states where we won by landslides. You ready?”
Ivanka nods, listens, and tweets the “’Surrender Caucus’ within the Republican Party will go down in infamy as weak and ineffective.”
“I’m going keep fighting for our freedom,” declares Trump.
Ivanka and silent aides nod.
“Here, get these: ‘Even Mexico uses vote I.D. – Rigged Election! – Mike Pence didn’t have the courage to do what should have been done to protect our Country and our Constitution.”
“I don’t think the vice president has the power to do that, Dad,” Ivanka says.
“He’s got the power to do whatever the hell I tell him,” Trump says, thrusting his arm at a White House window. “Look at those brave Americans outside. They love me and won’t allow liars and traitors to steal our election. This is about them, not me. I’m going to join the protest.”
Surrounded by secret service agents, Donald J. Trump walks outside the White House, across the lawn, and through a gate he’s motioned to open. A few thousand followers, comprised primarily of the unkempt and undereducated, roar they do love him and he’s the greatest president in history and they’re appalled by the election hoax.
“Let’s march to the Capitol where right now they’re trying to vote to certify the most outrageous election theft in history. We’ve got to be strong. We’ve got to be tough. We’ve got to scare hell out of them in order to take what we’ve earned. I’m coming with you, of course.”
Followers cheer as Trump points toward the Capitol and shouts, “Forward march.”
“Mr. President, we can’t allow you to go,” says a secret service agent.
“They need my leadership.”
“Sir, the nation and the world need you safe back inside the White House.”
“I’m a warrior.”
“This way, Mr. President,” says the agent, extending a palms-up toward Trump’s beloved residence.
The president returns to his command post and orders two cheeseburgers and a plate of fries and several sodas he places on the table and digs into a chair to watch Fox News.
When his legions reach the perimeter of the Capitol, he stands and cheers. Ivanka and Mark Meadows, White House chief of staff, try unsuccessfully to smile.
In minutes Trumpers are battling outnumbered police, who use shields too much and sticks not enough.
“We’re kicking their asses,” Trump shouts.
He rushes close to the big screen as his followers begin to break through the defenders and dash inside the Capitol.
“Mr. President, I don’t think this is a good idea,” says Meadows.
“It’s a great idea that’s inevitable when people are fighting for their freedom. Get me some popcorn…”
Lots of oblique faces and ragged beards and bad teeth run through halls and various august rooms and a few lurch into the office of Nancy Pelosi, and Trump yells, “Gotcha.”
Emboldened patriots start pounding the door to the House of Representatives chamber where several armed agents point revolvers at danger while other agents whisk politicians out the back way to safe rooms that must remain secret.
“This is great,” says Trump, back in his soft chair and devouring the second cheeseburger. “What’s for dessert?”
“Mr. President, you’ve got to stop this,” says Meadows.
“I can’t stop people passionate about their democratic rights.”
“He’s right, Dad,” says Ivanka.
“I’m the president and will be at least four more years.”
Mark Meadows walks to Trump and shows him this text: “Mark, this is sinful and crazy. When I get out of this safe room, I may convene the cabinet and invoke the 25th Amendment.”
Trump bounds up and says, “I told you Pence was a traitor and a weakling.”
“Dad, they mean it.”
Trump tries to call Secretary of State Mike Pompeo and Secretary of Treasury Steve Mnuchin and General Mark Milley, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. “Pick up, goddamn it. I’m going to order General Milley to mobilize the armed forces and march on Washington.”
Ivanka, in tears, walks to her father and embraces him. “Dad, you’ve got to go on TV and put a stop to this.”
“If you don’t do as she says, Mr. President, I think the vice president and your cabinet will remove you from office.”
Trump throws his final chunk of cheeseburger at the wall and says, “Okay, I’ll do it for freedom.”
He picks a pretty spot outside and, being an award-winning entertainer, tells the nation and world, “We won the election but it was stolen. We won by a landslide. It was fraudulent. But go home, and go home in peace.”
After finishing he grimly smiles at Ivanka and Meadows.
“They won’t invoke the 25th Amendment now, will they?”
“I don’t know, Mr. President,” says Meadows, “but I wouldn’t bet my house either way.”