Trump marches purposefully into the Centre of a gathering on the main Newark ship dock. His immense frame casting a shadow over many faces and that distinctive golden mop of his blowing in the evening breeze as if it was some triumphant symbol of wealth and power.

“People, I have little time so I’ll make this short and sharp. I had a call in the early hours regarding some shit that was being thrown around concerning the current state of the nation and, felt it my duty to come here to speak my mind.

Ok, so here it is;

I hear this place is now polluted by patsies, lazy has beens, people of dubious gender and wet nursed mommies’ boys who wouldn’t know one end of a gun from another. Hell yeah!

Do you know what this is all about yet? Anyone? Does anyone have a single fucking clue as to what this about? No? Well here we go…………………. HELL YEAH!”

Trump grabs a young Gangster with their ear lobe and drags them painfully out before his audience. He looks him squarely in the eyes before continuing………

“Ok, shoot that fucking guy behind you…………. him there look.” Trump points.

The Gangster hesitantly replies…………”B b b but………I I.”

Trump immediately replies………. “What! What’s that? You want to piss? Shit? What? Fresh diaper is it?..................Ok, well let’s try this then…………”

Trump reaches into his wallet, removes a wad of cash, holds it aloft and continues……………”I’ll give you $3,000,000 million dollars if you kill that Fu”…………. BANG!

A shot rings out, a man lies dead in the gutter, the young gangster holsters his weapon and stands before Trump with hands open for his prize.

“HELL YEAH!” Replies Trump as he congratulates the gangster before motioning for two of his aides to remove the killer into a dark alleyway.

“That’s what this is all about…………MONEY! Money is power. Hell yeah, we knew that all along anyhow didn’t we?

So why the fuck is business grinding to a goddam fucking halt around here? I mean, we have thousands of inbred immigrants from Delaware roaming our fucking streets…………. The Gods have decided to throw a party over the weekend…….and there’s a fucking war going on! Good business?

We have fresh faces lining up to prevent any more bloodshed by offering protection unreservedly to the remaining leader within Chicago, who, basically saddled with the fallout of an ill planned and executed move are now left with a mess which just won’t go away by its fucking self. Hell Yeah!

In short, its fucking up business. It’s done, so lets now do what’s expected of leaders during a crisis………. Talk. It takes balls as well as foresight to recognize the need replace a bullet with a few words.

Hell Yeah!”