Death is a funny thing, the last moments can be a frightening even for a Grand and confident man such as the President of the United States of America. But not I, I welcomed it as did I my Retirement. Serving the great land for 50 years I longed as to be on the Vernon, but this what not my destiny! For what I choose to suffice my own destiny is not to be, my destiny is for God to decide. My country needed me as did the people served by I.
Death came and went for this Gent and I was finally as peace in my own heaven. Then the strangest thing happened, my greatest fear had come true. Could this be happening? In the vault I lay, those incompetent fools had buried me alive! My one dying wish had been denied! But the air was stale, my clothes were rotten, how long had I been laying in this dark place with but worms to keep my motionless almost corpse like body company? Using my Presidential hands to rip through the earth, I made my way back to the world that I was soon to find had long forgotten me.
Punching my fist into the my new world I immediately felt a hand clamp onto mine, this was a familiar grip almost like I was shaking hands with myself. With a firm pull of leadership quality Former President George Washington was reborn! I cleared the ancient dirt from my eyes to see a face I did not know but there was something about this mans stature, his constitution, his swagger! "Of Whom do I give thanks to my fine sir" I said in a strong presidential tone. Correcting his suit jacket the man replied "I am Former President Ronald Reagan, please to meet you President Washington". Puzzled I replied "Of which country are you President"."The United States of course" he said with a smirk.
Before I could question his his response to my question 2 other men stepped out of the shadow. Making the same outlandish claim of Presidency they conversed there names, Jimmy Carter and Richard Nixon of whom quickly added that he wasn't a crook which he repeated several times. Why was i here? Why now? Why George Washington! Before I could ask they Answered "We need you again Mr Washington, the fight isnt over, there is a new world in need of our leadership and we must take charge!" Again I am asked to return from my retreat of office! But how could I argue the call to arms by my brothers, there wasn't something powerful in the works here and if George Washington, The 1st President of the United States of America was need once again then God Dammit I was ready to serve!
Shaking Mr Carters hand I gave my allegiance. "Welcome to the Dead Presidents Sir"
Banditry is not reason; it is not eloquence; it is force! Like fire, it is a dangerous servant, and a fearful master.