An American Fantasy

Joe Biden approaches the podium. Adjusting the microphone, he pulls something from his pocket and places it on the lectern. Secret service personnel quickly approach the stage.

"Stay," Biden says into the mike and they hold their position. He begins to speak.

"My fellow Americans, today I was informed of a fact that I actually knew to be true."

The crowd sits silent. Secret Service personnel begin to fidget. One reaches to his ear leaning forward and casts his eyes left and right.

"Do it," Dr. Jill Biden murmurs to herself.

"Today I learned that I am a medically-created clone of the true, late Joe Biden," he continues. It is my fault…" He reached to the lectern, grabs the gun and places it to his temple. "…that America is broken. I'm so sorry, Beau. He loved you."

At the same moment Secret Service stormed the stage, Joe Biden pulled the trigger and ended his short-lived presidency.

Jill lowered her head and smiled wickedly.

An American Fantasy

Joe Biden approached the podium. Adjusting the microphone, he pulled something from his pocket and placed it on the lectern. Secret service personnel quickly moved toward the stage.

"Stay," Biden said into the mike and they held their position. He began his speech.

"My fellow Americans, today I was informed of a fact that I already knew to be true."

The crowd sat silent as Secret Service personnel began to fidget. One reached to his ear, leaning forward, and cast his eyes left and right.

"Do it," Dr. Jill Biden murmured to herself.

"Today I learned that I am a medically-created clone of the true, late Joe Biden," he continued. "It is my fault…"

Reaching to the lectern, he grabbed the gun and placed it to his temple.

"…that America is broken. I'm so sorry, Beau. He loved you."

Secret Service personnel stormed the stage as Joe Biden pulled the trigger and ended his short-lived life.

Jill lowered her head and smiled wickedly.