Five years from now...

...he could be back in office, with a new golddigging Flotus, she is younger but has the same stylist as the one before, maybe she gives him a new kid. Or maybe it is the same one, a bit more botoxed-up, secretely on her way out in case he fails to succeed...

He is as always doing what he knows best, divide and rule. Pout, lash out, stumble...

Maybe he is back in the entertainment-industry. Maybe he bought more hotels with the slush-funds that were meant to keep him in office and out of jail. Maybe he will run again, against another old man, running for office to win the get out of prison for free card.  It is a career of sorts, a business, a company...Or running against someone more clever, forcing him to degrade himself even further down.

He will continue to lie.

It's how he was raised. It's perhaps not his fault. It's perhaps a dissability. 

He could also one day be sitting in a sketchy basement, balder, more decrepit and bitter, with his likewise friends, pushing dollarbills down some lapdancers' panty, high as a kite on cocaine, like yesterday and tomorrow. He one day may have lost again, but is still in business of sorts, sporting another pyramid-scheme after his seventh bankrupcy, but it's allright...there's still money to spend. 

He was right about one thing. America loves a winner. And they all join the winners parade and abandon the loser. For now. Except the ones who think they can still squeeze a modest profit out of it. What goes around comes around. It's a cruel world. It's the America we have to settle for.