PART NINE---NO LONGER…HOLD MY TONGUE
*****A FLY ON THE WALL*****
Anytime I allow my mind the freedom to wander it heads directly to the White House. I take an inconspicuous position as a fly on the wall. Inside there is the appearance of a nest of bees, with many hurried people going, without the knowledge of where they are going. I listen to a dialogue that is harsh and demanding, and has the absence of pleasantries. The entire place has the appearance of a disheveled work place where pleasing the boss is the most important item on the agenda. In order to please the big man secrets are hidden, and the fear that surrounds the secrets creates the environment of mistrust.
Upstairs nighttime is even worst. Misery stalks the floor. This is the same floor where men of great virtue have walked before, but this walking statue knows he cannot fill those shoes. In the hours past midnight a troubled character paces the floor unable to sleep. Double troubles play games in his head. His definition of happiness has failed, and his plan to rule the greatest nation on earth is unraveling before him. The great wall he once “conceived” is closing in, and instead of keeping immigrants out, he is trying to keep supporters in.
The beginning stage of the realization that his con artistry is about to be revealed has developed into a dangerous situation. Money, power, greed, and porn stars, have failed him. His miscalculations of human nature have all gone wrong! He failed to realize that people who cling to the powerful have the same desire for power, and when the opportunity is available they will act. His mind searches names for loyalty, but loyalty cannot be found. Once again his definition of loyalty failed, because when loyalty becomes a one man affair all con artists are in danger. Therefore, this is a man of great power, but a man who out of control.
A temper tantrum erupts; the fly is swatted but the fly dodges. A voice rises and the people tremble. Will this be the death of the king?
“Call the doctor; call the nurse!
This man’s condition must be reversed.
The ailing man stumbles and hits the floor.
He points to the mantel above the door.
and the raven croaked, NEVERMORE!”