Watch it, buster!” Chipper, his hands full, nudged CJ with his shoulder. “There’ve been rumors floating around since the last election that he’ll run for President in the next one. He could be our next Commander in Chief.”
“Bite your tongue. The guy’s nothing but an overblown buffoon. He’ll start shouting, ‘You’re fired!’ whenever he gets angry at someone in the Cabinet.”
“Guess you won’t be voting for him if he runs, eh?” Doc chuckled and ruffled CJ’s hair before placing an arm around the young man. “Let’s cross over and look in the lobby of the building. Then we can window shop next door at Tiffany’s.”
“Nope. It’ll be the first time I’m old enough to vote and hell if I’m going to waste it on a clown. Anyway, he’d never win the nomination. Republicans can’t be that stupid.”
WELL, THEY WERE, THEY DID, HE DID, AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS NOW