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浪淘盡千古風流人物，淘不盡那藍藍鄉愁。
(Microfiction)
Once in Xi's place, Trump can't wait for his poll numbers. Holy cow! His popularity is off the charts, beyond his wildest dreams. The PRC is amazing.
While enjoying a Chinese breakfast bun, he receives an olive branch from a lovely little white dove, courtesy of Vladimir Putin. What a promising morning!
Tucked away in the former imperial palace, Trump is relieved to be free of American border security worries. Out of sight, out of mind. Still, he can’t help but post on Truth Social thrice an hour, feeding Planet Earth nonstop breaking news from Zhongnanhai. Thanks to him, for one day only, the Great Firewall is great no more.
Back in the U.S., Trump has a spring in his step when he graces Saturday Night Live, just in time to join a smoking-hot Taylor Swift for a duet. Then he wakes up, finding himself in the middle of a Big Mac lunch.
And President Xi?
A search party from Beijing is looking for an answer from White House Press Secretary Karoline Leavitt. With a dimpled smile, she replies, "He's not in the White House, obviously." With one more dimpled smile, she adds, "By the way, have you guys ever played 'Where's Waldo?'"
The search party leader doesn't miss a beat. "We don't play the American game. We play Squid Game, Ma'am."
--- danubeB
microfiction. Anyway, I enjoyed your fun blog this morning as much as I did yesterday.