the president - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
In the pandemic the president created a government backed housing bond that bought up the homes of people who could no longer afford rents. It gave the public a safe investment, it got landlords out of financial difficulty and it gave real home security to the nation when they needed it the most.
It was a relief to have a president who was a big hearted intellectual, someone who could be relied upon to solve complex issues over time and explain to the population the choices being made.
Upon the stage were the presidents of the world, some honest and sincere, parental and gave a feeling of security - others were agents of chaos and sowed discord.
The president was the most unusual man, if I closed my eyes for a moment and simply listened to the words and the emotional undercurrent, my dreaming brain redressed him in grey schoolboy shorts and put a sling-shot in his hand. His words were as his eleven year old self desperate to pull the girl's hair. Psychologically he was barely ready for "big boy school" let alone run a nation with complex social needs and disparate perspectives.
Their party had to be sick of being represented by man who was psychologically a child - pouting, egotistical and unable to show any intellectual capacity. It was as if a jock had taken over the auditorium and burned the library whilst they hid behind the lectern.
"Mr President," she said, "if you can speak of God's love and deny the most basic of care to your neighbours you are simply a puppet of all you purport to detest."
"In order to make our nation competitive and turn huge profits, we need to make starvation great again," said Mr President. "Those are the original rules of the monetary system, right?"
There is a way people can look, kinda dead in the eyes - like their soul is sleeping, like they're disconnected from empathy and what true love is. They are the real zombies. The infection isn't biological, but social - greed, money, power, judgement - and it sets in by early middle age. There are some who are immune, keeping their souls awake their entire lives; I see them campaigning for justice, love, peace.
To see the "zombie state" in the president poured terror into my bones in a way nothing else ever could. This man with so much power, able to command war, could never understand that the babies in war torn countries are real babies. He'd know it in some abstract way, but not like "awake souls" do. He would never comprehend the true value of forests and oceans.
This president spoke the language of money - a tongue God does not understand, and neither does my heart. We have all the resources we need - people, food, medicines and fuels - to save everyone and our planet. We were told long ago we could not love God and money. We have a choice between the "power of love" and the "love of power." Surely it's a no-brainer.
Life was real simple. We elected a new president on promises he or she believed they would deliver. The day they set foot in the White House they got a visit from the real rulers, bankers and corporations. After that the new President was allowed to serve so long as their interests were front and foremost. Any deviation from the path and there were literally millions of fates that could befall their children...their spouse...and no-one would ever know. They had learnt from JFK that some Presidents would do the right thing at their own expense, but their kids...now that was different.
As a "sweet" touch they sent birthday cards to the President's family, each one was no more than a reminder that seeing their next birthday was always dependant on compliance. So it really didn't matter who we elected, in fact it was really best not to elect someone you liked. By the end of their term they were haggard and worn, aged beyond their years and ready to be put out to pasture on the presidential dinner circuit. They were ready to take their family and leave...