Diary of José Francisco

April 2020: Billionaire Donald Trump was elected president of the United States in November 2016 and swiftly enacted many of his campaign promises, including the construction of a wall between Mexico and the U.S. and the forced deportation of 12 million illegal immigrants. This diary was found wrapped in burlap cloth in a drainage pipe under Highway 90 outside of Valentine, TX.

January 25, 2019

The worst part about being on the run are the radiation effects from the nuclear bombs China and Russia dropped on Atlanta and Houston in 2018. Putin and Xi Jinping were very clear about it and gave Trump plenty of warning. He laughed off their threats on #Winning, the ridiculous reality TV show he films at the White House where contestants who can prove they voted for him have a chance to win $10 million and spend the night (fuck) in the Lincoln Bedroom.

“Our country is the greatest. We don’t need to worry about those pussies anymore. China is weak. China is dead. We beat China all the time. All the time.”

Anyway, the 2-week warning Russia gave us through diplomatic channels (thank God the U.N. is still intact, even if Trump won’t acknowledge it) was enough time for the authorities in those cities to evacuate. Still, over a million people dead and the fallout is killing countless more.

My skin is peeling off. My hair is gone. The burns hurt like a motherfucker, but somehow we keep on moving. My only hope is that we can get to Mexico City where NATO has set up a camp to help the worst-afflicted of us.

Fuck Trump. He does not know the pain and suffering his actions have caused. The worst part about it is, even if the impeachment works and Trump is removed from office, Vice President Palin isn’t any better. Ugh, is it wrong that I dream that their planes crash in mid-air, solving the problem once and for all? As much of a fool Paul Ryan is, at least he won’t draw us into a prolonged nuclear war.