Ralph Ingersoll Lockwood knew about Trump in IX century (Conspiracy)

submitted ago by Conspirologist

The previously forgotten books by the writer Ralph Ingersoll Lockwood: “The Last President”, “The Amazing Underground Journey of Baron Trump” and “The Little Baron and His Wonderful Dog Bulgar”. Published in the mid-19th century, the books tell the story of a boy named Trump who became president of the United States and lived on Fifth Avenue - exactly where Trump Tower is now. And when this boy Trump becomes president, in the administration he has a man named Pence. There are many coincidences with the real Trump in the book, and no one knows how to explain them. Coincidence? I don't think so.

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Aelfred ago

how does the book end? We need to know!!

Morbo ago

With a sudden blow that startled every living soul within its hearing, the. Speaker’s gavel fell. “ The President,” said he with a superb dignity that called down from the galleries a burst of deafening applause, “must not make reference to pending legislation. The Constitution guarantees him the right ‘ from time to time to give to the Congress information of the Union.’ He must keep himself strictly within the lines of this Constitutional limit, or withdraw from the bar of the House.”

A deadly pallor overspread the face of the Chief Magistrate till it seemed he must sink then and there into that sleep which knows no awakening, but he .gasped, he leaned forward, he raised his hand again imploringly, and as he did so, the bells of the city began to toll the hour of midnight.

The New Year, the New Century was born, but with the last stroke, a fearful and thunderous dis- charge as of a thousand monster pieces of artillery, shook the Capitol to its very foundations, making the stoutest hearts stand still, and blanching cheeks that had never known the coward color. The dome of the Capitol had been destroyed by dynamite.

In a few moments, when it was seen that the Chamber had suffered no harm, the leader of the House moved the final passage of the Act. The President was led away, and the Republican Senators and Representatives passed slowly out of the dis- figured Capitol, while the tellers prepared to take the vote of the House. The bells were ringing a glad welcome to the New Century, but a solemn toll- ing would have been a fitter thing, for the Republic of Washington was no more. It had died so peace- fully, that the world could not believe the tidings of its passing away. As the dawn broke cold and gray, and its first dim light fell upon that shattered dome, glorious even in its ruins, a single human eye, filled with a gleam of devilish joy, looked up at it long and steadily, and then its owner was caught up and lost in the surging mass of humanity that held the Capitol girt round and round.