THE PRESIDENT'S FIRST FLIGHT

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It was not really what I expected. It could have details, of course. One administration differs from the other. The origin of one is different from that of the other. But it seemed inadmissible. It was not just the color of the seats but the lack of style and comfort in the whole apparatus. The fluffy one had an I do not know what. The support. The armrests of the seats how could people travel and work like that? I could not understand it. It was not even well air-conditioned. That noise of the turbines, it was said, from the turbines of the airplane and air conditioning. How is it possible that none of the previous presidents had not collapsed in mid-flight and fallen into the temptation to press the red button?

In the meantime he meant to look focused. I really was. This only added one more aspect to his priorities. He had to concentrate. His collaborators did not help much. So unprofessional. So lacking in touch. They gave any information with the concern of a part of the war: "Wall Street dawned today like this", "Alibaba lowered the prices of ...", "there is an opportunity to expand the golf course of ...", "his son called, Panama investments are throwing losses ... "Who hell can concentrate like this, in the midst of so much upstart! He's going to have to re-edit "The Apprentice" ... hey! what a good idea! - It is said that. You can pull out a new format to look for talent for the White House. What's more, he takes it on television. It can take place in the very gardens behind the Oval Office. That can lead to a rating of ... and he stares at the void and taking out numbers. He lowers his eyes without hearing those around him and continues to talk and internally reviews his popularity figures ... Mmmm ... not a bad idea. Can you help him climb up the slope - and then a reality show at White House itself? Jah! Imagine, he thinks, he shouting and shouting at all his collaborators. He can even recall the madman of Chavez with his live dismissal of the oil workers, over there by ... when was it? 2002? I would have put advertisers to that program that I had ... what was his name? Oh yeah! "Aló, Presidente" ... but his thing would not be something like that. Very bananero. That is the United States of America.

"Mr. President: Cemex can offer the cement of the wall at a good price". Those words took him out of the lethargy. "Ah, yes, ah yes! How much? "A number rang out that another contributor overshadowed his speech:" Mr President, intelligence sources reveal a possible plan for a new coup in Turkey. It is not known if it is another self-coup. " His blue eyes froze this person, who had to wait his turn. "I think we have another friend on the subject of cement. In fact, it was he who provided us with the cement of the Convention Center. I can talk to the president, to see how we're going to handle all this. Because Mexico must pay for it and he knows it. Rather we are doing a favor to make them cheaper ... "

"Turkey ... Turkey ... were you talking me about Turkey? What about Turkey? "" Reliable sources have detected unusual movements near several barracks in Ankara. We are about to see how the rest of the country is. " It emits a prolonged sound without opening the lips, like a mantra. He turns his gaze to the collaborator, a well-dressed young man with dark hair on his side, held with jelly. The green eyes between freckles await the words of the president. "Who says so?" "Our intelligence agents in Turkey." Suddenly his coloration changes. The buttonhole with the flag of the United States wobbles from end to end, as it slammed into its seat, forgetting the neglected attention of the previous administration. "And who are our agents? Americans on Turkish soil? Jah! "" No, "he replies," they are Turks, it would be impossible to get this information from Western agents infiltrated. " The vehement look created a silence of a second, which lasted for about five minutes. "And how can we ensure that these Turks are reliable?" The silence continued "and if they are being invented? What if it's a rumor? Is it a bad job? If they want to confuse us "No one answered. He knew that the name of the Central Information Agency was no longer safe, at least for the current president. So the wisest thing to do was keep quiet. A word of more would amount to a  scolding that was going to feel as if it were thrown into the void at 14,000 feet. "Call Assange. He must have secure information does anyone have his satellite phone? "From the first reaction of finding complacent looks to other, questioning. So he went back to silence. The president's lips took the typical pose forward, staying together, while his gaze lengthened concealing his blue eyes. "I have it. I give them to you. "Everyone laughed at having such a cautious president.

Everyone returned to their routine. The president wanted to play with the ice of a whiskey on the rocks. He had to reduce the stress of having to work with that piece of crap. So he asked for it. Her mind was still restless. As much as the ice I longed to wiggle. He was reviewing his investments in Dubai. He drew numbers with the restriction on imports from China. And if the Corporation buys part of the Chinese debt from the United States, it was said. I'm going to ask guy Bill to stop giving away his fortune for philanthropic purposes, he thought. Let him talk to his cronies so we can take that debt back to China and assume it ourselves. Otherwise, we are not going to hit the ball with the Asian giant. We are going to become a Mandarin province. We must make America great again. And that's for now. Distracted in his thoughts, they brought him his longed-for Whiskey. Without realizing it, he brought it directly to his lips. He almost sprinkled it on the front seat. Did they want to poison him? He said to himself. Who had boarded Air Force One on such a stowaway? If it were any of those countries in the gulf, they would surely behead the person responsible. Debating in his seat, he heard that the flight attendant asked him, "Is everything all right, sir?" In his company this man would not have lasted more than one breath. But I just could not get him off the plane with his luggage either. At least he knew that it was a mistake related to the lack of the minimum category of that ordinary whiskey. Another able to put a real insecticide. So, you should be happy to stay alive. "No, not really what the hell drink did you give me?" "A whiskey on the rocks, as he asked me. It's from this brand, special edition. " Almost hyperventilated the agent. "And who had the idea of ​​putting that bottle in the presidential cellar?" "Sir, it's part of the selection made for the previous President." He looks straight into his eyes and says "the only administration that showed an excellent taste was Mrs. Michelle, I tell you, I've seen a lot of beauty queens. Make this disappear from my sight and bring me a single soda.

"For a moment, he forgot the world, the finances of the United States, the wall and the immigrants" How can you govern the most powerful country in the world with that palette so ordinary, so classless? "And thanked Michelle that it was always she who decided to decorate the White House, and her daughter to attend to all those other details. But that's about Air Force One, with all those nuts ringing over thousands of feet above sea level. A missile with a hearing aid would hit without error possible, just tracking the sounds of the rickety fuselage. Those seats with that trucker upholstery. The springs, they need one to wear anti-bullet vest to sit on them. That color. And music. Sure, the bold would put a "reggae" on each flight. That's why you have to keep the Latinos at bay south of Rio Grande, can you imagine if a Hispanic came to the White House? Who knows what drinks to put on the presidential plane! And I would put bachata and these things, how could I negotiate with Castro, if in the end the agreements would begin with that Caribbean taste for rum and Cuban son. Already the greatest danger is not communism is that the United States succumbs to Latin bad taste! That is why we must deport all those illegal immigrants! You have to ally with the Anglo-Saxon woman to shore up the birth rate with an inclination of a rise of skyscrapers ... You have to save America. 

He was in these thoughts when they told him that he was about to land in Honolulu. For a moment, he had forgotten. He must see to it that his suit was impeccable. The hair had to remain with the characteristic curls. No one could suspect whether or not he felt any heat. The wind, that wind ... You have to change the protocol: some airports with a set where the indoor receptions are developed ... The bullets could be fired ... they could be fired ... Well, are not bullets safe? Inside the recording studio. If they pierce the roof, it is an attack and now. All cannot be trusted with presidential security. These people concentrate too much on putting on a dog's face to be alert if one brings a real weapon ... Maybe he proposes to Putin to do something special for when they find ... "

By the way," he told his secretary as he headed to The exit of the airplane. "I need you to study well the possibility of being awarded a Nobel Prize this year. Check the categories, bring me the profiles of the members of the Academy and see who we can talk with. "I suppose, he said to himself, that the Nobel literature will not be granted. It was already given to Bob Dylan for his lyrics, although I could be given by my speeches. They would say something like "the president who introduced a new and creative way of talking about his opponents during the campaign "That would be fine. Or "for your tweets". He smiled in satisfaction as the sunlight began to illuminate his face, just before he reached the exit hatch.