"Ha. No, that current has led us to straight to our current mess, the whirlpool that's sinking our country into the Deep of Poseidon's lair."
"Well, if he's new to the race, maybe he won't win," suggested the Rabbit. "The others already have a head start. Though my cousin The Aesop Hare had a problem despite that head start."
The Hatter scoffed. "J.B.'s poll numbers have drowned the other candidates. If you believe them. A week in and he's over 40%, and polling much higher than the other fish in the sea. Even the old pros are sinking fast."
Alice asked, "You don't believe the pollsters? But they say they're always right. Science, you know."
"Pat her on the head for me, will you, Rabbit? But ask permission first, so we don't get a "MeToo" issue." To Alice: "The polls tell us what they want us to believe. They're writing a script, too."
Alice looked confused. "The pollsters?"
"Yeah. That works." Hatter sighed again. "So, it now looks like they're trying to crown J.B. as the nominee for the one team. With a backstory and lines that can dethrone the despised D.T."
"Okay, so the duel will be between J.B. and D.T." Rabbit chuckled, "And if they drink enough J.B. they can get the D.T's."
Hatter groaned and Alice remained confused. "J & B is a scotch, dear."
Rabbit continued. "Okay, so there you go. There's your Act III. Either J.B. wins and you likely have more War and Capital, or D.T. wins and you likely have more War and Capital. Then you can drop an atomic bomb hologram on the stage and show the end of this fantasy world. Is that why you're stuck?"
Hatter shook his head. "But there could also be another ending."
"Where the world is saved?" asked the Rabbit.
"I wish," said the Hatter. "No, King D.T. is not a spring chicken, so to speak; but Pretender J.B is way, way past his prime. Both are primed for potential health problems. Let's just say that, for one reason or another, or, for another candidate, D.T. or J.B. become too "ill" to run. I hear the bubonic plague is making a comeback."
"Oh, that would be sad," said Alice.
"Yes, most people would agree," the Hatter continued. "But if J.B. is downed by the plague, and sent off to a Caribbean Elba to disappear and hopefully recuperate, one team suddenly has no nominee. Who might be able to step in at the last minute and save the day for the Brobdingnagian party?"
"Oh, my. I see what you mean." Rabbit shifted through the pile of typed pages. "It doesn't look like any of the other candidates in your current cast would be able to unseat D.T. in the general election. They'll have to find someone who has the right political resume and deep state cred for the top job. And who'll earn kudos for coming to the rescue." He scratched his whiskers. "Gosh. I don't have the shred of an idea, Hatter. I'm sorry. Not even a clue. Alice?"
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