posted on Sep, 7 2019 @ 01:48 PM
The figure sat apart from the others. They all had their tickets, some clutched good luck charms, one had even lit a candle and was chanting. They
were all assembled to see who would win the biggest lottery of all times.
There weren't many assembled. Some years there were only two or three, other times, like this year, there were over twenty.
Every four years, there was a lottery. It was sponsored by Management. He was always referred to as "Management". With a capital "M". Always.
Every 4 years Management would place all entrants names on a card and place the cards in a stone chalice. He then would gather the entrants and have
them all kneel before him at the Altar of Change. Management never really spoke to the entrants. Management rarely spoke at all. Throughout the
centuries, Management handled the game, the Lottery, like a religious ceremony. And all entrants accepted that.
A small servant dressed in a black robe, heavily cowled beckoned the entrants to the chamber carved from ancient bedrock far below modern society.
The entrants knelt and waited.
Management stood over them and waited. The entrants lowered their heads and each said a silent prayer.
Management placed a well manicured hand into the chalice and after a moment pulled out a card.
In a gravelly voice, Management finally spoke the name of this years Lottery winner.
"For 2020, Donald Trump."
edit on 7-9-2019 by DBCowboy because: Network dude has great beer