For that special occasion, he has bought a very smart black suit. He has training about the rites of the ceremony, quickly and efficiently. He has already drafted his speech.
Usually he speaks off the cuffs, but now, the rare importance of that ceremony requires at least a small trace. Anyway, a serious problem occurred: everything is to be redone as far as his suit is concerned. Black, okay, but there is the need to change the model. The one he has just bought is not suitable for the new sudden situation. Now, it must be a bit jaunty, libertarian, at least a little less serious.
Why? Because he has become a creative. What happened? Things that can only happen to him. Already feeling with the Nobel Peace Prize in his pocket (et pour cause: he is the President of the United States and above all he has no doubts that he deserves it), what is Trump doing?
He has published a novel in no time, with an expected huge success. Also, being a billionaire and the President of the Us, he called up the Nobel’s governors. He insisted and obtained to be awarded for Prize for Literature instead of Peace. Over the phone he emphasized that, even though he really deserved the Nobel for Peace (in fact he had maintained the peace of mind of the American people by hiding how much severe the covid-19 was), that Prize had already been attributed to the former president who is also a non-friend to him. Also, being a billionaire and the President of Us, he called up the Nobel’s governors. He insisted and obtained to be awarded for Prize for Literature instead of Peace.
Naturally Trump is radiant, but gnawed by a strong disappointment: to show up at the ceremony in Stockholm- which in the past had been devoted to Octavio Paz, Elias Canetti, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, etc. – with an inappropriate suit. But he recovered just thinking that, when he had had the chance to meet the Nobel Laureate Bob Dylan, he would have rammed him with his rotten yellow tuft, sardonically thundering: “how are you, my dear colleague?”.
