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...

He is as always doing what he knows best, divide and rule. 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 like it is a career, a business, a company...

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 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 may have lost again, but is in business of sorts once more, 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 abandoned 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.