DONARUDO
WEEK 016 / 073 — Would You Ever Get Out?
 Chapter 2 — The Debate Stage · Sep 29 – Oct 5, 2015
In a tower boardroom high above the city, a gaunt elderly financier bows his head in pledge before imposing older man with a sweeping golden pompadour mane, heavy brow, small intense eyes, strong jowled jaw, long dark suit, very long red necktie flowing like a battle banner
SEPTEMBER 29, 2015. WHILE THE FOX HOUSE STANDS DARK TO HIM, A LORD OF THE MARKETS CLIMBS THE TOWER AND PLEDGES HIS BANNER.
Carl Icahn said this about me: ""I think at this moment in time, he’s the only candidate that speaks out about the country’s problems.""DONARUDO — @realDonaldTrump · verbatim
boyish clean-cut man, short dark hair, earnest large eyes, quick light movements staggers backward under a diagonal slash of speed lines, his podium splintering, the colossal shadow of a heavy figure with a long flowing necktie falling across him
“I watched lightweight Senator Marco Rubio, who is all talk and no action, defend his WEAK position on illegal immigration. Pathetic!”
DONARUDO — @realDonaldTrump · verbatim
Rain over a small-town vigil at night, candle flames guarded by cupped hands, halftone mourners bowed in darkness; apart from them a heavy figure in a long dark suit stands with head lowered, eyes shadowed under his brow
OCTOBER 1. IN ROSEBURG, OREGON, THE GUNS SPEAK — AND FOR ONE FRAME, THE WAR FALLS SILENT.
My warmest condolences to the families of the horrible Roseburg, Oregon, shootings.DONARUDO — @realDonaldTrump · verbatim
crowd of featureless figures with camera lenses for faces, microphone thicket, flash bursts encircling imposing older man with a sweeping golden pompadour mane, heavy brow, small intense eyes, strong jowled jaw, long dark suit, very long red necktie flowing like a battle banner, unmoved
“I'm leading by big margins in every poll but the press keeps asking, would you ever get out? They are just troublemakers, I'm going to win!”
DONARUDO — @realDonaldTrump · verbatim
Close-up of thumbs over a glowing phone screen in total darkness, its light carving a heavy jowled face and sweeping golden pompadour out of the black, city lights scattered far below the tower window
OCTOBER 5, PAST MIDNIGHT. THEY ASK WHEN HE WILL QUIT. HE ANSWERS BY PLANNING FURTHER AHEAD THAN ANY OF THEM — TOWARD THE SLEEPING MONK CLIMBING THE POLLS.
(For all of my fantastic supporters, and for the U.S.A., we are going to win and MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, maybe greater than ever before!)DONARUDO — @realDonaldTrump · verbatim
TO BE CONTINUED →

This week in the saga

The chorus tries a new weapon — doubt itself — asking not whether he can win but when he will quit. He answers on every front at once: a lord of the markets pledges his banner in the tower, the young duelist Maruko is cut down again as all talk and no action, and the fallen of Roseburg are mourned in a single quiet frame. Past midnight the creed returns like a war chant — win, and make the realm greater than ever before.