DONARUDO
WEEK 038 / 073 — The Map Catches Fire
 Chapter 4 — The Primaries · Mar 1 – Mar 7, 2016
Vast election-night hall, a towering wall map of the nation with states igniting one by one in white flame; imposing older man with a sweeping golden pompadour mane, heavy brow, long dark suit, very long red necktie flowing like a battle banner, arms raised, shot from below, mane haloed
MARCH 1, 2016. SUPER TUESDAY. Eleven states vote in a single night — the largest battle of the war. One by one, the map begins to burn.
“Thank you Georgia!#SuperTuesday #Trump2016”
DONARUDO — @realDonaldTrump · verbatim
“MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN!”
DONARUDO — @realDonaldTrump · verbatim
A silver-haired patrician elder thunders from a university lectern before crowd of featureless figures with camera lenses for faces, microphone thicket, flash bursts; on a dark screen the imposing older man with a sweeping golden pompadour mane watches, eyes shadowed under the brow
The victories are not a day old when the party's old guard moves at last in the open. A twice-defeated general of their own house announces he will ride out against the front-runner.
Failed Presidential Candidate Mitt Romney is having a news conference tomorrow to criticize me. (1/2)DONARUDO — @realDonaldTrump · verbatim
Cold dawn light in a tower office high above the city; extreme close-up of heavy thumbs over a glowing phone screen reflected in small intense eyes under a heavy brow, sweeping golden pompadour mane catching the first light
Why did Mitt Romney BEG me for my endorsement four years ago?DONARUDO — @realDonaldTrump · verbatim
“I have brought millions of people into the Republican Party, while the Dems are going down. Establishment wants to kill this movement!”
DONARUDO — @realDonaldTrump · verbatim
A serene older man with half-closed eyes, gentle stillness, surgeon's calm walks away down a long empty corridor into pale light; behind him the imposing older man with a sweeping golden pompadour mane stands motionless, head slightly bowed, long red necktie hanging still
Will miss @RealBenCarson tonight at the #GOPDebate. I hope all of Ben's followers will join the #TrumpTrain. We will never forget.DONARUDO — @realDonaldTrump · verbatim
Night rally, halftone masses stretching beyond the stage lights; imposing older man with a sweeping golden pompadour mane, long red necktie snapping in the wind, fist raised; far on the horizon a great dark city skyline under gathering storm clouds
The elders have declared war on their own champion. And far to the north, in Chicago, a different kind of enemy is massing outside the hall.
TO BE CONTINUED →

This week in the saga

Super Tuesday: eleven states vote in one night, and the map burns in his favor — Georgia, Massachusetts, Tennessee, Alabama, Virginia and more fall under a single colossal cry. But as he wins, the party's old guard finally moves in the open: a twice-defeated general rides out to denounce him, and is answered with a dagger drawn from history. Quietly, at the week's edge, the sleeping monk withdraws from the field in peace.