We Must Treasure The Dream Whatever The Terror, Volume 2, Chapter 3, Verse 39

We were a tough crowd growing up. We were always American Dreamers, not Mexicans. We didn’t take no shit from anyone, and eventually I became the greatest president in history & my old friends joined me in the White House for burgers and freedom fries, but the media wouldn’t leave us alone.

I didn’t care. The media is all fake news. I said, “You didn’t say I won.”

“Well, you lost. You lost.”

“Who sez? Sez who?”

In other words, technically they’re right, I lost in court. But I won because I didn’t care that I lost & I did it my way, like all great Americans, Frank, Frank was one of my heroes. He ran the Ephesians Social & Athletic Club in Long Island City, which is not really a city, and we had a great alliance that kept everybody happy, and so we have a great travel ban.

And without that travel ban, you would have some really bad, bad people in here from places in the world that are evil socialists. We never let socialists in. And it was a great thing.

I told everyone who came to my great rallies that we would pay them to be great again, even the blacks. I said: "You’re living in poverty, your schools are no good, you have no jobs. Fifty-eight percent of your youth is unemployed and smoking crack. The police use you for target practice. What the hell do you have to lose? And at the end of four years, I guarantee you that I will get over 95 percent of the African-American vote. I promise you. Because I will produce.”

But the Democrats stole my black voters, even my African-American who came to every really, for free. They took their ballots and put them in the mail & instead of 95% of the vote like everyone was expecting, I ended up with less than 3% of the blacks. Where the hell did all my blacks go?