Published in 2018, this Political thriller is about a senator whose so full of himself and believes in the cause and his truths based on socialism. Manasseh Davidson was exalted to be a powerful politician, but ends up getting involved in conspiracies and scandals he created and were created around him. When an unlikely source helps him to see the light, he becomes a fierce advocate for American Liberty.
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A Heart Desperately Wicked: Nichols, John E: 9781729709443: Amazon.com: Books
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Chapter 1
It was the Election Day in November, and this was the year for great change or great corruption—it really depends on the people. Two candidates fought it out on the campaign trail, but it’s not who you would expect. Sure, you could vote for the president of the United States; however, the real battle is in congress—where laws come to pass. If only that were true anymore; If American people believe that anymore. Anyhow, one Democrat and one Republican duked it out to come to an exalted office. I guess you could say that they wanted to exalt themselves—typical. No race was ever so fierce as one of the senate seat for Michigan: the donkey and the elephant cause violence within their tiny cages hoping to be king of that cage. Good thing this wasn’t an actual animal fight or you’ll know the winner. The campaign was between two fully talented men in the field of politics: the donkey and the elephant both had their college degrees, their points of view, and knew how to eloquently convey their ideas.
Then, the peasants did their voting. It was a long and tedious process, but the people case their vote for whom they would worship for the next six years. Without a recall count, the results were in and the donkey won. It was only a few hours since the conquest over his opponent in the election: victory was sweet for the newly elected senator named Manasseh Davidson. He ran on the democratic ticket with zeal to change the path of the status quo in congress. A man of few words, a man of ideas, but a man with a lack of ability to convey those ideas; however he said enough words to convince the worshipers of his party to elect him. It was a victory barely won; for his republican rival outspoken him in every debate. It was a miracle that Manasseh even survived the campaign with such a vigorous opponent, but he did. There was no love lost between the two of them.
After his victory speech, he needed to take a rest from all his labors. He returned to his hotel room that was conveniently near the place where he spoke—thankfully—no one but his agent and wife followed him. He stayed in his room alone while the agent guarded the door outside. The clouds blocked the stars from shining through the night window. Manasseh would have been grateful for that little light, but none came into his room: his room was like the rooms of the Egyptians when God gave them darkness for a time. Manasseh didn’t consider himself to be some kind of Pharaoh; it has its perks. Manasseh tried to open the blinds to the room in hopes that the city lights would come in—to no avail—so he had to suffer like an Egyptian. He sighed, walked back to the bed, and He thought about his life. It was going as he expected it too: he was successfully working for something that he believed in—even though it was wrong.
“Congress needs to get their act together.” Manasseh said to himself, “I will take the senate by storm, and do things that people only dreamed of.”
Manasseh stood up, and walked around the room like he was a macho man showing off his muscles.
“These guns will make great change to these honored people of this racist country.” Manasseh said arrogantly as he was flexing his muscles.
Manasseh went and sat on a king-size bed in his hotel room; he waited for his wife to return with their food. It was a long and weary day dealing with the election, and when he won, the people chanted his name like Diana worshipers of Ephesus. The vote brought him to the edge of his sit as he waited for the results to come in; he watched the CNN live coverage of the election process. Manasseh didn’t seem nervous to the naked eye especially to his wife; for he was as confident in his victory as any general fighting a war. His wife, Abigail, wasn’t so sure: she saw her husband wait for the results with no facial expression at all—she knew the truth. He was nervous: in the back of his mind, he could lose. All of his dreams could be crushed, but Abigail always had his back and supported him throughout his career.
Manasseh heard a knock on the door, rose from his bed, and walked to the door to open it. He was approached by his wife with a box of pizza in her hands. She was excited to see him, quickly placed the box on the bed, and greeted him with an enthusiastic kiss on the lips. They went to the bed to open the box of pizza.
“Did you relax a bit, honey?” Abigail said,
“I did.”
“I hope you like pepperoni.” She continued,
“It’s alright.”
He took a slice and started eating; he was starving and never had time to eat during the Election Day: he never had time to eat before giving his victory speech to his naïve disciples. Time just flew by, so he finally got some rest in this nice hotel room. Not to mention, his wife was here as well—that was a plus—he knew exactly what he wanted to do with her. Before that, this pizza needed to be devoured, and he was the mammal to do it.
“I am so proud of you” Abigail said,
Manasseh looked at her as he ate wondering what she meant.
“You won the senate seat! I’m proud of you.”
“Oh.” Manasseh uttered,
“What did you think I meant?”
“I thought you were proud of my manly good looks.” Manasseh joked,
“That too.” Abigail replied while picking up a slice of pizza.
“Jacob Henderson almost won today, but we both knew that the better man won.”
She nodded while she chewed. Manasseh took another slice, and they ate for a while in silence.
“I believe the votes were 51 percent to 49 percent at the polls.” Abigail said breaking the silence and grabbing another slice.
“It was closer than that.”
“That’s not what CNN said” Abigail said after swallowing,
“CNN bends the truth to their own advantage.”
“Wolf Blitzer doesn’t bend the truth.” Abigail replied while grabbing another slice,
“Especially Wolf Blitzer” Manasseh said as he snatched another slice,
Again, they ate in silence. Manasseh loosened his red tie that he was wearing. He also wore a black suit with a blue button-up shirt: the suit was needed for the campaign appearances, and especially the victory speech; for his image as a senator-to-be was important to him. He had to be perfect with the best clothing, the best hygiene, and not only that, he had to have the best wife. He does have the best wife, and she was beautiful as well. She wore a blue dress that showed off her curves; those curves were only for her husband—even though other men lusted after her—that maybe how Manasseh got the male vote. It’s a miracle that they ever got together. What would a beautiful, understanding woman like Abigail want with a man like Manasseh; for he knew that it was because of his manly charms and good looks. He was evolved and it showed. Even if she didn’t notice the evolution, the man was gifted to say the least.
“There’s one slice left” said Abigail as she took her fourth slice,
“Ok.”
Manasseh took the slice, and began to eat. Both of them were tired and it was getting late, but Manasseh had one more thing to do before he went to sleep in sweet victory. After his wife finished the last pizza slice, he kissed her.
“What are you doing?” She said as she pushed him back a bit,
“I think it’s time to celebrate with my best lady.” Manasseh said with a smile to lighten the mood,
She marveled at his forwardness. It wasn’t a question of being in the mood; she was just surprised by the approach to what he wanted, but to him, it didn’t matter if she wanted it or not: whatever he says goes. Feminists would probably be at an uproar, but he’s a democrat, what he does doesn’t matter.
“Let me freshen up a bit, and you put a ‘do not disturb’ sign on the door to let the agent know that we are not to be disturbed.” Abigail responded with a bit of excitement in her voice,
She went to the bathroom while Manasseh got the sign. He went to the door to open it, told his agent who was guarding him not to disturb him, and put the sign on the doorknob outside the room. It was clear that this sweet victory was going to end with another sweet victory. Clearly, Manasseh was on a roll, and was very proud of himself. He had to exalt himself to the American people; now he’s going to exalt himself to his wife. How long he will remain proud of himself and his accomplishments remain to be seen; for the toughest six years of his life will await him. He will at least enjoy this night with his wife, and get a good night’s rest: tomorrow will be a new day. Soon, he will take the oath of office on that mythical bible.