The budget reached the bridge. President Trump stood in the middle of the span, holding on a pen in his left hand, but in his other hand the veto gleamed, cold and white. His enemy halted again, facing him, and the shadow about it reached out like two vast wings. It raised the aid, and the treasury whined and creaked. Money fells from its nostrils. But Trump stood firm. "You cannot pass," he said. The congress stood still, and a dead silence fell. "I am a servant of the U.S. people, wielder of the flame of freedom. You cannot pass. The dark media will not avail you, arm of Soros. Go back to the Shadow! You cannot pass."