Trump Story #14.

Don Trump claps his hands, a twinkle in his eye, and lets out a sharp bark of a laugh. The television is describing him as "presidential!" He calls his buddies Mad Dog and Steve into his office.

"Everybody loved it when I read the part about the grieving widow," he explains. "We need to have more grieving widows. Everybody loves them."

Edict decreed. He loses focus as Mad Dog starts explaining something, his eyes drifting back to Fox And Friends. Steve leans over to the general, and whispers something into his ear. Mad Dog's eyes grow wide with horror, and he has to swallow a few times before getting out: "Y-yes, Mr. President, we'll make some."