DONARUDO
WEEK 059 / 073 — The Dare and the Grieving Father
 Chapter 6 — The General · Jul 26 – Aug 1, 2016
dark tower office at night, wall of glowing monitors showing a vast enemy convention stage and a composed older woman with short blonde hair in a tailored pantsuit like armor plating, an imposing older man with a sweeping golden pompadour mane watching in silhouette, eyes narrowed
JULY 26, 2016. IN PHILADELPHIA THE ENEMY KINGDOM HOLDS ITS OWN CORONATION. HE WATCHES FROM THE DARK — AND HUNTS FOR WHAT IS MISSING.
Not one American flag on the massive stage at the Democratic National Convention until people started complaining-then a small one. PatheticDONARUDO — @realDonaldTrump · verbatim
crowd of featureless figures with camera lenses for faces pressing forward in a microphone thicket, flash bursts, an imposing older man with a sweeping golden pompadour mane standing unmoved at the center, arms spread wide, heavy halftone shadow rising behind him like an eastern storm
For the record, I have ZERO investments in Russia.DONARUDO — @realDonaldTrump · verbatim
an imposing older man with a sweeping golden pompadour mane, heavy brow, very long red necktie flowing like a battle banner, shot from below at a podium, mane haloed by floodlights, one finger raised toward the sky, speed lines exploding outward
“If Russia or any other country or person has Hillary Clinton's 33,000 illegally deleted emails, perhaps they should share them with the FBI!”
DONARUDO — @realDonaldTrump · verbatim
extreme close-up of thumbs over a glowing phone screen in total darkness, the light carving a heavy jowled jaw and small intense eyes from the black, heavy halftone screentone gloom pressing in from every edge
(No one has worse judgement than Hillary Clinton - corruption and devastation follows her wherever she goes.)DONARUDO — @realDonaldTrump · verbatim
split composition, a dignified grieving elderly man raising a small booklet aloft on a distant floodlit convention stage, and in the foreground an imposing older man with a sweeping golden pompadour mane turning to strike back, eyes shadowed under his brow, dark halftone clouds massing
JULY 31. FROM THE ENEMY'S STAGE, A GRIEVING FATHER HAS ASSAILED HIM. HE ANSWERS — AND DRAWS BLOOD HE CANNOT SEE.
“I was viciously attacked by Mr. Khan at the Democratic Convention. Am I not allowed to respond? Hillary voted for the Iraq war, not me!”
DONARUDO — @realDonaldTrump · verbatim
TO BE CONTINUED →

This week in the saga

The week of the enemy's coronation. From the dark tower DONARUDO watches Philadelphia crown its general and strikes at the stage's missing flag; when the chorus whispers of the eastern kingdom he denies all ties, then hurls the dare heard around the world — let Russia find her thirty-three thousand vanished letters. But from that same stage a grieving father assails him, and his counterstrike opens a wound no aura can hide.