America in the White House

I am in the United States and have just worn the White House. Become Trump, President of a country. Champions of freedom, lords of the earth. The president is in deep water and cannot control it. Come shake hands with Abe, grill barbecue with Putin, and eat a plate of macarons with Macron. The head should be sculpted to the Presidential Mountain and the Great Wall should be built all over South America. Under the rule of Twitter, there will be fifty-two Americas! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.