President Washington Wakes Me From Deep Slumber

The recission of public broadcasting funding had just passed in the House.

I was tired to the point of death, and drunk to the point of creativity.

One more brick had been added to the wall.

It was time to sleep.

So, I did.

And deeply.

"Psst, psst, psst" I seemed to be hearing.

"Psst, psst, psst" persisted.

I was awake.

I was alive.

There was a hangover of gargantuan proportions looming.

I rolled over and went back to sleep.

"Psst, psst, psst" I seemed to be hearing.

Again.

"Leave me alone" I croaked.

"Not on your life, Patriot".

"Oh, shit; it's the President" broached my brain; the pain began to mount, in that brain.

"I came directly this time, without Jacques. 

"I need to talk to you without the Council".

I sat up, plumped some pillows, set them up as backrests and engaged those steely blue eyes.

"You are missing a pillow"!?

"Yes, sir; we were broken into; the ADT service sent out a patrol to look at the back door where there had been an alarm (the Seattle police only being able to work with self-solving murders nowadays) who didn't notice that the back door was broken off and said that things were OK.

"The pillow is over there with the shams against the wall.  

"The case left with the burglars.

"ADT sent me an alarm notice four hours after the first one and told me that they had sent out another patrol and things were ok.

"My neighbor sent me pictures after sunrise the next day showing the door removal.

"But you want to talk"?

"I do.

"Citizen, what is wrong with our people? 

"What is it with this fucking Trump"?

"You said it sir, in 1788: 'There cannot, in my judgement, be the least danger that the President will by any practicable intrigue ever be able to continue himself one moment in office, much less perpetuate himself in it; but in the last stage of corrupted morals and political depravity; and even then there is as much danger that any other species of domination would prevail. Though, when a people have become incapable of governing themselves and fit for a master, it is of little consequence from what quarter he come'."

"It is as I had feared".