I was in solitary because I wrote a blog about Obama and his ObamaCare and Obama with his unpleasant CIA, FBI, NSA, DHS tracked me down. In my comfortless cell in the basement of the White House I had to promise not to write anything bad about Islam and their Muslin nut jobs and had to lay off Obama and Hillary Clinton.

Suddenly I heard the steps, only seconds before I was fast asleep but the booted steps and the heavy keys clanking turned my head toward the noise.

It was two o'clock in the morning, the concrete floor was damp and cold as my bare feet touched the floor as the one light bulb in my cell brightly shined on  the steel bars painted stark white.  

Before the booted guard arrived at my cell I was wide awake and alert as he put the heavy brass key into my door cell lock.

This unusual hour of two o'clock could not be good news especially after looking into the pudgy guards faced, eyes red, flushed with anger, kicking open my cell door.

I was in solitary because I wrote a blog about Obama and his ObamaCare and Obama with his unpleasant CIA, FBI, NSA, DHS tracked me down.  In my comfortless cell in the basement of the White House I had to promise not to write anything bad about Islam and their Muslin nut jobs and had to lay off Obama and Hillary Clinton.