Prologue

Just another rueful morning, Donald opined  as he dazily rose from his bed. His uninterrupted slumber told him that not much had occured in terms of critical world affairs.

The president gathered himself and went through his morning rituals at a leisurely pace. Donald was not looking forward to the rest of his work day, so he aimed to keep it as short as possible.

This job was not what he fantasized it being a couple years ago. 

America felt more fractious then ever accentuated by racism, police brutality, wage inequality and corruption. These issues had always been around of course but admittedly they had worsened in his term.

The parties wouldn't collaborate to pass anything, preferring to slander each other. Anything that did get close to passing was blocked by a supreme court judge with ties to the  opposing party. America's bureaucracy could be a stumbling, bumbling behemoth like that.

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The electorate feeling more disillusioned by the political system because of unjust results caused by gerrymandering, fake news and the outdated electoral college that left urban areas under represented.

This all culminated in a feeling. A knowing one, that it would  take a miracle for him to be reelected. No sufficient legacy to be remembered for, one of the prominent reasons for his campaign in the first place.

Thoughout the rest of his short work day, his mind was preoccupied with worries.

His time was running out. He was beginning to get paranoid that he would never get his chance.

He just needed one small international incident to fabricate a Cassus Belli on one of America's longstanding enemies.

Then conduct a quick easy war and wind over the electorate and the history books.

The ascending anxiety would suddenly get a release later that evening.

To the harm of everyone else.