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Remember Ben and Blake? They’re back...

:o

We stood in the doorway of the Charlestown brownstone, waiting for its elderly occupant. We'd been meaning to see its resident, now 83 but still sprightly, but our schedules had simply not allowed it. Our youngest two were bounding with excitement, our oldest annoyed at missing school to travel down to Boston.

"At least she likes school," Blake had told me on the train ride down, "more than you could say at that age..."

The door finally swung open, and the kids practically tackled the former Secretary of the Treasury.

"Grammie Liz!!" They yelled in unison.

"Kids!" The Secretary yelled back as she hugged them, "God, you've gotten so big!"

"Madam Secretary," Blake said. The Secretary gave her a look of a mock annoyance.

"Do you still have to call me that?" She said, hugging Blake.

"Old habits die hard," I smiled, as the Secretary hugged me.

Over the ensuing hours Blake and I caught up with our former boss. Our phones each vibrated with the latest scandal from Washington a short while into our dinner, however.

Sighing heavily, Liz looked around the table. "Pour me another glass of wine," she said to Blake. "I need it with this assh--" she caught herself mid-curse, causing the kids to giggle.

"What do you think, Senator?" She asked turning to me. "When are you gonna impeach him?" I couldn't help but laugh.

"Madam Secretary, I wish I could. God knows the damage he's doing to the Courts. We're trying to hold up his nominations, but the blue dogs know their constituents will kill them if they don't let Cotton govern." I told her. The Secretary shook her head.

"He was an assh-- a butthole when I was in the Senate," she sighed, as the kids giggled again.

"Who's gonna take him on, Governor?" She said to Blake.

"In 2032? I don't know...Tulsi's thinking about it, I think. Jess Phoenix out in California. Stephanie Murphy down in Florida...Tim Ryan could give it another go..." Blake sounded uncertain. We all knew the President was unpopular and vulnerable, but Blake and I saw firsthand what a messy primary could do to Democrats. So did the Secretary. She shook her head.

"No, I think the one who should take on Cotton is sitting right here at this table," she said.

"Rose is a little too young..." I joked.

"I could be president!" Pouted Rose.

"I'm sure you could, darling!" Said the Secretary. She cast her gaze around the table, settling on Blake. "But I think your mom would be great."

Blake looked shellshocked. She was preparing for her own reelection campaign in 2030, as was I. We had both thought about campaigns for the Presidency, but we were both young. Much younger than the other candidates we had mentioned. But coming from our hero...this was a little too much.

"You think?" Was all Blake could manage, her eyes the size of saucers. The Secretary nodded sagely.

"I like everyone you listed...maybe not Tulsi...but I don't think they're quite strong enough to run against Cotton. They call Jess a communist for god's sake. Murphy's too moderate. Tim Ryan...ugh. But you...you're perfect, Governor. Perfect to be the first female president of the United States."

We were all silent for a moment.

"It should've been you," Blake said.

"It should've been Tammy. It should've been Hillary. It should've been Ann. Hell, it should've been Shirley! Or Margaret Chase Smith! But we can't live in the past, dear. I lost my primary. Hillary and Tammy lost their general elections. They've all paved the path, and it's ready for you. If you want it."

I knew Blake wanted it. She'd wanted it bad. It's why she'd gotten involved in politics in the first place.

And hearing our personal hero, Former Secretary of the Treasury Elizabeth Warren, tell her that she'd be perfect...

I knew, right then, that she would do it.

You have my attention...

YES. Will we get a rundown of the elections from 2020-2028 eventually? I'm assuming a Democrat won in 2020 and 2024 (a guy- so maybe Biden?), and then Tammy Baldwin or Duckworth (I have a feeling it's Baldwin though) lost to Cotton in 2028.

This is awesome. I had assumed Blake was a guy this whole time......so Warren's speech was a little odd to me. But anyway, this mini-TL is looking awesome.

Me too, and although I'm almost certain she's not, I low-key want Blake to be trans because of the fact.

This suuuuucks the President of the United States thought. Didn't we have a fucking war so we wouldn’t have to go through this coronation bullshit anymore?

His first 11 months in office hasn’t gone so smoothly. He knew it’d be difficult, when the Dems held both Houses, but he hadn’t expected the economy to sour quite so quickly. It’s all his fault anyway, Tom thought, thinking disdainfully of his predecessor seated a few feet away from him. Goddamn Socialist tried to ruin us. He looked around. People greeted the former President (and President Obama, who was also here) with laughs and hugs, while giving Tom only polite nods and handshakes.

Fuck this whole damn island. Can’t wait for the party. Hopefully there’s cake. The President leaned over to the former President and President Obama.

“Will there be cake after this?” He whispered. The Democrats exchanged glances. The 46th spoke, giving Tom a look that could cut diamonds.

“I imagine there will be cake at the afterparty, Mr. President.”

I should’ve sent Nikki to do this. The Veep was always the more diplomatic of the two.

The President had also wanted to speak to the Prime Minister, but was blown off. Does Thornberry even believe in all this coronation bullshit? He was pretty sure everyone in the Labour Party favored dissolution of the monarchy.

And really, he was wasting his time here. He could’ve been back home bribing the Democrats to push through some tax cuts, or deregulation to stimulate the economy. Hard to believe the Blue Dogs were all but dead in 2017.

“His Majesty, King William V!”

Tom stood and applauded, the best he could.

Hmm, I thought I’d made it fairly obvious in Feel the Franken that Blake was a cisgender female.

Well, I didn't see that, so maybe I should make my own timeline, with blackjack and hookers.

Sounds fun!

Joe Kennedy III
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Joseph Patrick Kennedy III (b. October 4, 1980) is an American politician who served as the 46th President of the United States from January 20, 2021 to January 20, 2029. A Democrat and member of the Kennedy family, he grew to national prominence in 2018 for giving the official response to President Donald Trump's State of the Union Address. At that point, he was only a third term member of the House of Representatives from Massachusetts. Initially an underdog in the 2020 Democratic primaries, Kennedy was able to cobble together support from many wings of the party, helped by the progressive wing being fractured by the candidacies of Bernie Sanders, Elizabeth Warren and Keith Ellison.

In the ensuing general election, Kennedy soundly defeated incumbent Trump, the first defeat of an incumbent President since Democrat Bill Clinton defeated incumbent Republican George HW Bush in 1992. Kennedy's victory resulted in the largest popular vote margin since George HW Bush was elected himself in 1988. It was the largest defeat of an incumbent President since Jimmy Carter's defeat to Ronald Reagan in 1980. Kennedy became the first President from Massachusetts since his great uncle John F. Kennedy, who served from 1961 until his assassination in 1963, and surpassed his great uncle's record for youngest President elected and Theodore Roosevelt's for youngest President ever.

Highly popular throughout his presidency, his reelection in 2024 over former Texas Senator Ted Cruz was the largest presidential victory since Reagan's 1984 victory over Walter Mondale.

As President, Kennedy sought to implement a single payer healthcare plan (Joecare), improve the United States's reputation abroad and expand the social safety net with a series of policy initatives he called Camelot Anew, a reference to his great uncle John F. Kennedy's presidency

Kennedy is the second President elected directly from the House of Representatives, and the the first since James A. Garfield, who was elected in 1880. In addition to his great uncle John F. Kennedy, many of Kennedy's family members have played prominent roles in politics: Kennedy's brother, Matt Kennedy, succeeded Joe as Massachusetts's 4th district representative. Their father, Joe Kennedy II, was a Congressman from Massachusetts from 1987 to 1999. His aunt, Kathleen Kennedy Townsend, was Lieutenant Governor of Maryland from 1995 to 2003 and was a candidate for Governor of Maryland in 2002. His second cousin, Patrick J. Kennedy, was a Congressman from Rhode Island from 1995 to 2011. His grandfather, Robert F. Kennedy, was a Senator from New York from 1965 to 1968, Attorney General of the United States from 1961 to 1964 and candidate for President in 1968 until his assassination. His great uncle Edward M. Kennedy was a Senator from Massachusetts from 1962 until his death in 2009, and was a candidate for President in 1980.

I feel like this is sarcasm of some sort and I love it.

This timeline is wonderful, I love it so far

Yes, the hand-wringing over Kennedy's selection to give the official response to the State of the Union is silly.

I. Love. This.

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I inhaled deeply. Why do polling places always smell like mold? Elizabeth stood at my side. "Daddy, I'm late for school!"

"I know darling," I said, as I bubbled in the non-Governor races. Hannah for the first district, Marpheen for the State House, Jill for State Senate...Yes on 1, 3 and 6, no on 2, 4 and 5. I looked down to my eldest. "Time to go to school."

I pulled back the curtain and the bright lights of photographers momentarily blinded me. I looked to my right and saw Blake standing there with the twins, a perfect smile on her face.

The race was won. Polls showed us getting 45%, while Hovis could barely break 20. The Libertarian candidate had completely screwed them over, and an indy run by moderate GOP State Senator Joe Li had further screwed Hovis. So while there'd be a runoff, it was a foregone conclusion that we would win, from crossovers from the Green and other independent (and more than a few from Li backers).

Blake and I smiled and made a show of putting our ballots into the box. I handed mine to Elizabeth, who stood on her toes to reach.

"Mommy, I'm late for school..." Elizabeth whined in the back of the limo.

"We're almost there, sweetheart..." Blake intoned, as she read emails from her campaign network. "Turnout looks good - too good." She said to me.

"It's reading tea leaves, darling. We won't know anything until the afternoon," I said. She was looking for a reason to worry. I thought we could sneak away for a movie or something in the afternoon to distract her. Her phone vibrated.

"Madam Secretary," Blake said into the phone. "Thank you. Yes, we're very confident. We think we'll get enough second choices from the Green and independents to put us over the top. Hovis has made a lot of enemies. He's right here, hold on..." she handed the phone to me.

"Secretary Warren," I said.

"Ben, don't let her get too worked up. I can hear it in her voice. She's going to be pulling her hair out all day." Elizabeth Warren said, sounding more like my mother-in-law than my former boss.

"Well, that was always likely," I said, choosing my words carefully, knowing Blake was listening to every one.

"Yeah...I remember during the campaign, she would stress over turnout reports..." the Treasury Secretary said, almost reminiscing.

"We're already doing that," I said, again trying to make my words as neutral as possible.

"I figured. I just wanted to see how it was going. I won't tie you up any longer. I'll speak to you guys tonight." She said. I said my goodbyes and ended the call.

"It's going to be a good day." My daughter stated mater-of-factly as we pulled up to her school. I looked at Blake.

"Yes, it is."

Camelot Anew.

You absolute genius.

"And in the Maine Senate race, we can declare that Benjamin Johnston, the former Elizabeth Warren aide, has won. He had the endorsement of the Treasury Secretary and President Kennedy, and that seems to have put him over the top This seat is held by Independent Democrat Angus King, who retired. Johnston will be the youngest Senator in Maine history, as he does not turn 30 until next month..."

It was a foregone conclusion, mostly. I had led in polls and fundraising for the entire race. Ever since 2016, though, the networks were cautious about calling races in Maine, with our conservative second district.

I expected to feel elation upon my election. Instead I felt relief. Relief in knowing that it was all over. The endless phone calls and speeches and meetings and door knocking and numbers...

Now the fun work began.

"...Now let's take a look at the electoral map..."

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"...A very good night for Democrats indeed as President Kennedy appears to be cruising for reelection. We can only call the solid states of Arkansas, Oklahoma, Indiana and Tennessee for Ted Cruz, and the swing states of North Carolina, Georgia and Florida have all gone for the President very easily. As we approach the nine-o'clock hour, President Kennedy has 193 electoral votes and Senator Cruz 61. Democrats will maintain control of the House and the Senate, it's a Republican wipeout just like 2018 and 2020, their gains made in 2022 are being erased..."

So, I was entering the Senate with my party in the White House and with both Houses of Congress. It was good. It was only a matter of time before we popped champagne corks when the President had been officially reelected.

"And it's 9:00 in the east and we have a major projection..."


"President Kennedy has won New York, Illinois, Minnesota, Nebraska's second congressional district, New Mexico, Colorado and Arizona for President Kennedy, all but ensuring him reelection. A major, major Democratic victory tonight, President Kennedy is now just two electoral votes away from becoming President and with major Democratic states like the pacific seaboard, Hawaii, Nevada with polls still open, it looks like we will be able to confirm President Kennedy as having won reelection within the hour. Let's look at the Boston headquarters...Cruz only got the Safe Republican states of Missouri, Nebraska, North Dakota and Wisconsin, bringing him up to 61 electoral votes. Cruz has to run the table, and right now that’s highly, highly unlikely especially with California closing its polls in one hour’s time.”

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Wait so Wisconsin is now a solid Republican state and Kentucky is a swingstate?

Solid R Wisconsin confirmed

Yes. Aging population in Wisconsin, a slight decline in dairy prices and a lack of union activity (unions have resurged in Kentucky) have shifted Wisconsin into solid Republican territory. Kentucky is now a swing state because of the aforementioned union resurgence.

How did the unions resurge in Coal Country?

LOL


It's not always going to be coal country, though. I'm assuming some other industry, like alternative energy, replaces the dead coal industry.

Alternative energy has replaced the coal industry in Appalachia. Huge wind farms. Many workers switched over.

K this timeline is great but also if it's 2024 this is JPK III's reelection so why is this written like it's his first Presidential win?

Oops

“My guest tonight,” Stephen Colbert shouted to the cameras at this afternoon taping of The Late Show “is the current Governor of Maine, a former aide to Secretary Elizabeth Warren and campaign manager on Warren’s 2020 Presidential campaign. Her new book Take America Back!: How the Cotton Administration is Destroying President Kennedy’s Progress, And How to Stop It is a New York Times bestseller and on bookshelves everywhere. Please welcome, Governor Blake Walsh!”

“Showtime, babe,” I whispered to Blake as I gave her a peck on the cheek. She giggled, then smiled that perfect smile as she waved to the crowd. She shook Colbert’s hand before settling into the chair nearest to Colbert’s desk.

“Governor Walsh, thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to join us this evening,”

“Thank you for inviting me!”

“Your new book, Take America Back, it’s pretty much a manifesto on how to, I don’t know...Make America Great Again?” Colbert asked. The crowd (and Blake) laughed.

“Can I just say,” Blake began “that whenever I hear Make Noun Adjective Again, I still want to like reflexively gag. I mean it’s been ten years since we beat him in 2020, seven since he died, and still it’s just like the only thing keeping me from vomiting after hearing that phrase is the fact that I’m on national television.” The crowd laughed and applauded.

“So, in the title, you don’t mince words...you said that Tom Cotton is destroying America, an—“ Colbert began, but Blake interrupted him.

“Because he is.” Blake stated, matter-of-factly, drawing a huge round of applause from the audience.

“Well,” said a grinning Colbert. “I don’t disagree, but could you just explain.”

“In his very first week in office, he started rolling back the environmental regulations, which President Kennedy implemented. And President Kennedy’s were some of the toughest in the world, going well beyond goals set in Paris, Cape Town and São Paulo. President Kennedy’s radical environmental actions are what kept the biggest city in my state, Portland, from being swept away by the ocean. But it’s not just environmental policies; Cotton’s rolled back regulations that I worked on very closely with Secretary Warren to ensure we didn’t have another crash like in 2018. He’s rolling back workers rights, he’s rolling back protections for LGBTQ people, he wants to cut Joecare, and many of the Camelot Anew policies. Tom Cotton is following the Donald Trump playbook to a T, aided by the fact that President Cotton — unlike President Trump — is a smart man.” The audience applauded the answer. She’s killing this I said to myself.

"Go on," Colbert nudged.

"Well, after President Trump succeeded a successful Democratic President in President Obama, Trump began dismantling all the progress the prior President made. Tom Cotton's doing the same thing, but because Cotton doesn't stick his twitter foot in his actual mouth like Trump did, the country isn't noticing it as much as it did when President Trump was in office. And that's what makes it even more dangerous; President Cotton gives this air of respectability, and President Cotton has no ties to any hostile foreign governments, which is what got Trump impeached, so there's been nowhere near as much pushback against Cotton as there was Trump, nowhere near as much...resistance, for lack of a better word, to Cotton's policies. There have been fewer marches, fewer boycotts...just, less outrage than there was when Trump was in office, because Cotton has the sense to respect the office, which Trump did not."

“That might be the single most thorough answer I’ve ever heard from a politician!” Colbert said to laughs. “So, you like your job...”

“Love it,” smirked Blake, knowing what was coming.

“But...have you ever considered perhaps...maybe...applying for a new one?” The crowd laughed and cheered. Blake played dumb.

“My kids’ school needs a new soccer coach, but I just don’t have the time,” grinned Blake to laughs. Colbert chuckled.

“You’re very clever, Governor, which makes asking this question tricky,” He began. “Governor Walsh, are you running for President?” Colbert continued, to cheers of encouragement from the audience.

“I mean, it’s so far away. We only just passed the one-year anniversary of Cotton’s inauguration last week. I’m very focused on serving the great people of Maine to the best of my ability, and I’m focused on making sure the 2030 elections are another blue wave reminiscent of 2018. To be honest, 2032 is so far down the road, I haven’t even thought about it.” Blake said. A perfect non-answer I thought. The nerds on Atlas will be picking it apart.

After Blake’s answer, Colbert looked directly into a camera. “Did you notice something about that answer? She didn’t say no.” The crowd laughed and cheered. “Governor Walsh, thank you so much for joining us this evening, the book is Take America Back, buy it, thank you Governor Walsh.” The crowd cheered loudly.

After exiting the studio, we were mobbed by reporters. We ducked into our car and the GPS sped it away from the studio, back towards the hotel. Blake sighed once we were away.

“Did I do good?” She asked, a cheeky smirk on her lips.

“Honey, you did excellent.” I smiled. She rested her head on my shoulder. How did I get this lucky? I thought.

If only the real Daisy Ridley would run for office here...

Loving this TL!

As usual one of the best TL writers on Atlas, great job MAINEiac!

Loving it, still

Thoughts:
- oh God if Trump had won reelection we would have had at least a year of President Pence
-"Take America Back!: How the Cotton Administration is Destroying President Kennedy’s Progress, And How to Stop It" sounds very much like the title of a book a liberal Ann Coulter would write, LOL
-you should do the fake atlas posts like from Feel the Franken. If you do can I please be a fake poster?

"FOCUSED"- Atlas is probably going crazy over it :P This is great!
To be honest, I'd most likely not support Blake in the primary. She's too... resistance-y, and I'd find that comment about a deceased Trump distasteful. Still, I'd easily support her over Cotton.

Thanks everyone for the kind words!

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It was my turn in the spotlight. We had booked back-to-back appearances, first on the Late Show and then on the Daily Show, the former obviously going to Blake as it was the bigger get.

I waited to get called out by Trevor Noah. How did he keep this job for so long? I wondered. He'd fallen behind every other Daily Show spinoff, from Sam Bee to John Oliver. He never clicked with audiences. But still, he was here.

"My guest tonight is the junior Senator from Maine who wrote the foreword of the new bestselling book Take America Back. Please welcome, Ben Johnston!"

I waved to the crowd before settling in across from Noah.

"Senator, thank you so much for being here," Noah said.

"Thanks for having me,"

"Yeah, well, we wanted your wife, but you'll do." Noah said to laughs. I grinned at the camera.

"She's not only more photogenic than me, she's funnier than me, too. I'm sorry you're stuck with me, Trevor." I said, to laughs in applause.

"So you wrote the foreword of the new book Take America Back, which was of course written by your wife Governor Blake Walsh...were you her first choice?" Noah asked, pausing for laughs. He continued: "Or did someone like back out of writing the foreword and then she went 'Well, I guess I'm stuck with the Senator I'm married to!'" I couldn't help but laugh.

"Yeah, literally everyone else backed out. And then she ghostwrote the foreword for me," I joked. "No, it was actually my idea for a book in the first place. Blake is just so smart, and is so acutely aware of where President Cotton is going wrong, and if you've been in politics as long as she has, you know we've been down this path before—" I began, before Noah cut me off.

"Indeed, the book lays out several similarities between what the Trump Administration did, and what Tom Cotton has done or plans on doing," the host said.

"Exactly. When Trump was President, Cotton very much nailed his colors to Trump's mast, even to the discomfort to some of his fellow Republican Senators. Lindsey Graham, who is extremely conservative, was a speaker at last year's DNC because he knew that electing Tom Cotton would be a return to a more competent Donald Trump, and that foretold disaster for America. And we're seeing it play out now. One key difference is that Trump had a Republican congress, and Cotton does not. Democrats retained their majorities even after losing the White House. But so much power lies in the White House, you're seeing him strip away all of the regulations President Kennedy implemented for climate change, you're seeing him wreak havoc on the courts and in the State Department and Justice Department. The fact that he nominated Cory Lewandowski to be Attorney General was just pure virtue-signalling to those components of Trump's base that haven't left in the 17 years since the 2016 election. Lewandowski was wholly unqualified and quite frankly President Cotton made a farce of the entire American system of Government when he made that nomination. But that was...basically, a Trumpist dogwhistle." I said. My throat felt dry.

"So, Donald Trump, even seven years after his death, remains the single least popular President the United States of America has ever had...why do you think President Cotton seeks to emulate him so much?" Noah asked.

"Because the last time the Republican Party actually accomplished what they set out to do — which is, fundamentally, make it easier to be rich at the expense of the poor, that's their whole game — was when President Trump was in office and the Republican congress passed tax reform at the end of 2017. Everyone knows 2018 was swept up in Russiagate and the Democrats landslided, and 2019 was swept up in the impeachment and trial, and 2020 was swept up in the presidential election. Tom Cotton still very much believes in Trumpism. He saw its power firsthand. He's more disciplined than President Trump. As far as we know, Tom Cotton hasn't committed any crimes, like Donald Trump did. And Tom Cotton can speak — and tweet — without putting his foot in his mouth. Vice President Haley is popular, while Mike Pence was not. All of this has the wrappings of becoming an even more dangerous situation than when Trump was president for this nation's vulnerable people." I said.

"So, we've been discussing big, heady issues, not a lot of laughs out there—" Noah began before I interrupted him.

"Sorry, Blake's much more funny than me." I smiled, to laughter and applause.

"Well, speaking of Blake. There's been some rumors that one of you might be running for President..." Noah began, gauging my reaction. "Have you given it any thought."

"I can unequivocally say, tonight, that I will not run for President of the United States in 2032." I said.

"What about Blake?" Noah asked.

"No comment," I grinned to audience laughter.

"Oh, come on!" Noah shouted in mock anger. "You can't do that!"

"All I know is that Blake is extremely focused on being the best Governor she can be for the people of Maine." I smirked, knowingly.

"That's not a no..." Noah said, teasing, as the audience giggled.

"You're right, it certainly isn't a no," I said, my smirk turning into a full-on grin.

"So you've discussed it." He said.

"I never said that," I grinned again.

"This is why people hate politicians!" Noah shouted, again in mock anger. "We can't get a straight answer out of you!"

"Let me put it this way: some very, very important and special people have spoken to Blake and I about one of us running for President. I have no desire to become President. None whatsoever. But Blake...she likes being in charge. And that's all I'm gonna say, Trevor." I said.

"'She likes being in charge,' Senator I think you just revealed a little bit too much about you and Governor Walsh's personal life," Trevor said teasingly, causing me to snort in laughter. "And we'll have to leave it at that. Senator Benjamin Johnston, everyone!"

Trevor's actually my favourite host, his book ("Born a Crime") is absolutely fantastic, so I hope he does stay until 2032 :P

1. This is absolutely amazing.

2. Can I be a fake atlas poster? (I'd probably have changed states by then, so you don't have to keep me in CA, though I'd still probably be a Dem in a Cotton admin)

3. Is Justin Amash still around? Is he still a Republican? Does he support what the Cotton administration has been doing? Bonus points if he's a Senator.

4. Is Ethan Sonneborn still around?

You said "Vice President Bush;" Haley is Cotton's VP IIRC

Also did Jewell Jones ever do anything important in MI? I would think he'd probably move up a bit, possibly being in Congress or even the US Senate, or the MI Governor's mansion.

Oh yeah, though a Vice President George P. Bush (I assume- GWB and GHWB are obviously not the ones, and Jeb! would be a ridiculous choice for Cotton) would be interesting.

Your timelines are amazing however are you going to continue camelot anew chapter 2?

Don't worry :)

Can we please for the love of god get a timeline where Trump actually wins 2020

Too unrealistic

"And at this time, Vice President Baldwin has 264 electoral votes and a hefty popular vote lead. She needs just one of the outstanding states of Pennsylvania, Ohio, Wisconsin, Arizona, Georgia and Florida to win the presidency. But Tom Cotton is currently lead in all of them by narrow margins...this election is too close to call, of course. All of these outstanding states, save for Alaska and Wisconsin, went for President Kennedy in both 2020 and 2024, and she was thought to be favored in her home state of Wisconsin, but tonight it appears the ball is rolling towards the Cotton camp. There are some very shocked faces in Milwaukee tonight -- and they will get even more shocked. We can call Wisconsin for Senator Cotton. Senator Cotton now has 171..."

Tom Cotton shut the TV off. He was alone in this Little Rock hotel room, that felt more like a prison. Occasionally one of his aides would come in to give him an update. An hour ago he felt resigned to defeat, just like that asshole Ted Cruz four years ago. But he was up in the new "blue wall" state of Arizona. He was leading in Pennsylvania and Georgia. He was leading in Wisconsin of all places. He thought back to 2016, how Trump was able to pull off the miracle. To draw an inside straight. He knew that there was no margin for error; just one of these states going to Tammy would end the night. But he already flipped so many states...West Virginia, Kentucky, Iowa, Texas, now Wisconsin...these were states that were supposed to lean Democrat since Kennedy won them. And Tammy was supposed to be the George Bush to Joe's Ronald Reagan. Maybe Tom was more the George W. Bush to Tammy's Al Gore...or the Trump to Tammy's Hillary.

Tom texted one of his advisors. Less than a minute later he got a response.

"It could happen. It's probably 50-50 right now."

Tom flicked the TV back on.

""--HE RACE! CALL THE RACE! CALL THE RACE!" Chanted Baldwin supporters. A feeling of giddiness spread throughout his body. Tom remembered Roy Moore's supporters chanting that to CNN on that fateful December night, the night that began the blue wave that didn't really end until the 2026 midterms -- and even then, only just.

Anderson Cooper appeared on the screen, now. How does he still look so fucking good? Tom briefly thought, before suppressing those feelings like always.

"And we have another major projection, Arizona will go to Senator Cotton." Cooper said. Oh-ho-ho! Thought Tom. So much for "solid blue" Arizona. Two Dem senators, a Dem governor, and supposedly a safe Dem Presidential state after Kennedy won it by high single digits in 2020 and then double digits in 2024. His phone vibrated. It was the same aide texting him.

"60-40 odds now. Baldwins collapsing at final buzzer. Mostly rural out in PA OH FL GA. Not enough of Philly Pitt Cleve Miami & Atl for her to take the lead. Anything could happen but balls in ur court now and ur favored"

Tom went to the minifridge and pulled out some cake. He knew it was only 60-40 odds. But he allowed himself a taste.

Oh boy oh my

As Aristophanes is quoted to have said in Plato's Symposium, "[gay men are] the only men who end up in government." ;)

(Wonder what that means for Mike Pence...)

Ah this is perfection.

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Oh I wonder who this could be.

Amazing update.

^_^

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Also I'm pretty sure Joanna would be like 29 by 2029, and she (he?) would be eligible to run in 2036. (And so would I... Dream ticket?)

:thinking:

We're going to have to make a TL someday with only Atlas people in it. ;)

And you can have me as the next face of the Constitution Party! (No, please don't :P)

One of the few Republicans I would enthusiastically vote for.

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Maybe after my Socialist America TL is done...

COMING SOON...

Would you look at that, I'd also be eligible by 2036, if only by a few months... Hey, Maineiac, any idea who West Virginia's senators are?

Took her long enough.
Now I'm starting to wonder who plays me ITTL...

If you want to be involved, send me a message with a name, position and picture for use in the series and I’ll consider it.

Who is “she”?

"She" is... "she".
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(Also, I sent an application)

No need to be opaque.

Not Madigan, who was the first person I contacted for this

NM’s a woman!?

And trans!?

He's neither...


Yet.

Love this TL!!!!!!

I'm not against LGBTQ+ rights or anything, but plz no.

"Madam Speaker, the President of the United States!"

A cheer went up from the crowd as President Cotton walked into the House Chamber for the State of the Union address. As a member of the House leadership, Congressman Evan Cho should've been there, but he was with his wife and newborn son on paternity leave. They had just set the tyke down to bed right before the crier announced Cotton's arrival.

Over the next hour and a half, Cho alternately cringed, laughed and fell into stunned silences as he watched the President of the United States announce a destructive and delusional course for his country. The fourth-term rep from Oregon and newly-minted Majority Whip watched his boss, House Speaker Dotty Nygard, stare stonefaced at the President from her position behind him, while seated to her right was Vice President Haley, smiling perfectly and applauding with the minority congresspeople.

At some points, the camera flashed around the chamber at the ashen, stricken faces of Cho's colleagues. He felt for them, and knew if it wasn't for the miracle of birth he'd be there, too, looking just as depressed.

Three times in his short life Cho's party had won the popular vote and lost the Presidency by the electoral college. Bush over Gore in 2000, when he was a kid. Trump over Clinton in 2016, when he voted for the first time. And two years ago, Cotton over Baldwin. The only Republican Presidents of his lifetime.

Bush had a certain charm about him, to be sure. Trump certainly struck a chord with certain aspects of the population in 2016. But Cotton...something didn't sit right with him. He was unlikeable, he wasn't charismatic, he didn't seem to tap into any sort of the base. But here he was, President of the United States, albeit without a Senate or House majority. Evan knew little to none of what President Cotton was proposing would pass -- he and Dotty would ensure that. But the irreparable damage Cotton was doing to the courts, to America's image a broad, to its customs, only just normalized after eight years of Joe Kennedy, would be the 47th President's lasting legacy.

Especially if he won reelection.

Evan Cho picked up his phone and began texting Ben Johnston.

Yay!

Also why does New York have 30 electoral votes I just realized

It was granted another in the 2020 census.

But...WHY?

Because

Mayor Emily McCarthy sipped a cup of tea and sighed happily.

Though her beloved North Carolina had no major elections this year, Democrats were poised to win resounding victories throughout the country, once again. This had become an annual occurrence, two years prior notwithstanding. President Cotton's unpopularity and the continued dominance of the Democratic Party with minority voters had 2030 turning into the new 2018.

"And with polls closing throughout the east, we have two projections to make in the great state of Maine," Rachel Maddow told the camera. Emily turned the volume up.

"In Maine's gubernatorial race, an overwhelming victory for early 2032 favorite Blake Walsh. She's expected to receive well over 60% of Maine's 1st-preference vote. In the Senate election in Maine, Walsh's husband Benjamin Johnston is expected to also receive over 60% of the 1st-preference vote. The Chair of the Senate Foreign Relations Committee and powerful voice of the left of the Democratic Party, Johnston and Walsh will continue to lead Maine for the foreseeable future. Hannah Pingree and Jared Golden are also both expected to win reelection to Maine's two House seats, making it another clean sweep for the Maine Democrats. Maine has not sent a Republican to Washington since 2016. In Massachusetts, Senator Ayanna Pressley has been reelected..."

Emily smiled to herself. She had called upon Blake and Ben in her campaign for Charlotte's Mayor in 2029, and they helped her win in both the primary and general.

Emily was ready to campaign for one of them in South Carolina, if need be.

Oh boy let's see what IL-Gov is like here.

So Republicans are doomed to lose the popular vote?

Also, what happened to Blankenship?

Who's picture is that of, on the Faux version of Time Magazine? Joanna Campbell? or is it a photo shop deal?

Kristen Stewart, if the URL is any indication.

This is by far the best timeline I've seen on this site.

"Yes, of course I'll mention it to her, Madam Governor...are you really sure the Maine Dems will nominate Diane?" I said into my phone, juggling a bag of lunches from Old Ebbitt I was about to drop off at Blake's office. I hastily pushed the button to the Chief of Staff's floor, holding the phone in the crook of my neck.

"Benjamin, honey," Governor Betsy Sweet said to me in a voice that said 'you're far too smart to be asking me this.' "It's the Maine Democratic Party. We don't make the best choices."

"Well, they nominated you in 2018. They nominated me last year. That's two pretty good choices." I offered as the elevator began ascending.

"That's because you're the best damn campaigner this state's ever seen. I wouldn't be sitting here if it wasn't for you, and you wouldn't be sitting there if it wasn't for you."

I sighed. I didn't think Blake was at all interested in electoral politics.

"Do you think she'd want it?" I asked as the elevator stopped a floor beneath my destination and approximately a dozen cherubic interns boarded.

"I don't know. But Diane's got herself back in the party's good graces by keeping her nose clean since 2018. That State Senate campaign against Sanborn was some of the best political work I've ever seen. She's been at the forefront of everything in the State Senate, and always makes sure to be seen with me whenever I'm at an event. She wants my job." The doors slid open and I bum-rushed my way out of the elevator before looking around confusedly trying to find the right corridor to the Chief of Staff's office.

"And there's no one else? Does Jared want it? Troy?" I asked. I really didn't want to have this conversation with Blake. I figured she'd reject the notion of running for Governor of our small state out of hand. She was affecting policy here. She was a premier player in the administration. She had private audiences with Kennedy, for God's sake.

"Jared loves Congress," Betsy said, elongating the 'o' in 'loves.' "Mark my words, he's gonna be Speaker some day. And Troy thinks his time has passed."

"Oh, how I wish he had defeated Cain back in the 2014 primary," I said, hoping to change the subject.

"Don't change the subject, Ben. Just...gauge her reaction. And call me back. If she doesn't want to, I'll see if Charlotte is interested or if Troy will reconsider. But, Ben," she paused for a moment. I paused to, at the threshold of Blake's office. "She'll do it. She's never backed down from a challenge. She'd have my full support. Damn the party norms, I'd introduce her at her campaign launch. Your wife is one of the most brilliant political minds I've ever met -- and I've met a fuckton of them. I gotta go, Ben. Talk to you soon." We hung up. A million thoughts raced through my mind. Would voters view us as power-hungry? As Underwoods? Would they reject someone who's spent the last four years in Washington? Was Secretary Warren popular in Maine? Was President Kennedy? What if--

"Senator, Ms. Walsh is in her office. I'll let her know you're here." Blake's young secretary told me.

"Thank you...Jeremy?" I offered. I could not remember this kid's name for the life of me.

"It's Jackson, Senator. And it's fine." He told me in a tone that implied it most certainly was not fine.

"Thank you, Jackson." I said, emphasizing his name. I entered Blake's office. She looked up and gave me that crooked grin that made me melt every time.

"Hey babe," she said, getting up from her cluttered desk.

"Hey darlin'," I said, leaning in to kiss her. She kissed me back.

"Ooh, Old Ebbitt!" She said, grabbing the bag from my hand and returning to her desk.

"You just like me 'cuz I bring you food," I grinned.

"Mmhmm," she mumbled with a mouthful of fries. She swallowed. "So, what's new on the Hill?"

"Same old shit. Anything new here?"

"Same old shit." She said, handing me my club sandwich and Coke, and laying the fries between us.

"I was just talking to Betsy--" I began, before Blake cut me off.

"Ohmigod, Betsy! It's been, like, months since I talked to her! What's she up to?" Blake said. She always turned into a 14-year-old whenever Betsy came up. Governor Sweet was her first political love. Betsy was mine, too.

"She's worried about who the Democrats will nominate to replace her next year. Diane Russell's running, as I'm sure you've heard." I said. Blake frowned.

"Seriously? She's a crank. She'd get destroyed. Is there anyone else? Does Jared want it?" She took a bite of her burger.

"Jared is uninterested. No one else seems to have the name rec or natural support as Diane. Though Betsy did bring up someone else." I said, trying to broach the subject as carefully as I possibly could.

Blake gave me a quizzical look. "Who?" I said nothing and looked at her, with an unsure look on my face. She slowly put her burger down.

"No..." She said, slowly. I nodded. "Really?" she asked, pitching her head to one side. I nodded again. "I'm too...Washington. And you've already been elected statewide, wouldn't the party be afraid of a dynasty or something?"

"Betsy said you're one of the most brilliant political minds she's ever met. And that she'd throw her full support behind you, party norms be damned. And here's the other thing," I began. I was about to tell her something I knew in every fiber of my being the moment Betsy told me she wanted Blake to run. "You'd win."

We were silent for a moment.

"We...wouldn't see each other very much while the Senate's in session." She said, looking at me. "Would you be okay with that?" She reached across the desk and placed her hand on mine.

"Don't not do this on my accord. This is 100% your decision, and whatever you choose, I'll support you completely." I said. She squeezed my hand and looked down for a beat. She looked back up at me, grinning.

"Let's do it. Let's fucking do it!" She said, leaping from her chair. I grinned back, and stood up, too.

"Good God, you are sexy as hell when you're passionate about something," I smiled, putting my arms around her waist. She placed hers around my neck, leaned in and kissed me.

We had swept the election, Betsy going virtually unchallenged by Independent State Treasurer Terry Hayes (a role that Hayes retained in the new Sweet administration) and Republican former DHHS Head Mary Mayhew (who retired into obscurity). The Democratic landslide gave us huge majorities in both houses. I had been named Press Secretary for the Governor, Blake Chief of Staff and Liaison for Legislative Affairs, where she quickly gained a reputation for hard-assery (while Betsy Sweet lived up to her name when it came to dealing with people, Blake had become her enforcer).

We sat in our office, staring at our computer screens in silence. I broke it.

"Is Richardson coming around on single payer?"

"He'll have to come around, or else he'll lose a primary." she said, without looking up. I sighed.

"You want a drink?"

"We can't drink on the clock, darling." She said. I reached for my briefcase.

"Well, that's a shame, I guess we're going to have to wait until we get home to crack this open." I handed her a bottle of 1995 Chardonnay. Her birth year. She smiled that smile of hers.

"You shouldn't have..." she began.

"But I did." I said. She grabbed my hand.

"Unfortunately, I can't give you your gift until we get home," she grinned. I squeezed her hand.

"Well we can probably find a broom closet or--"

"Umm...I hope I'm not interrupting anything," a voice said from our door. We both jumped.

"No, not at all Heather," I said. Heather was the Governor's private secretary. "What is it?"

"Governor Sweet would like to see you. Both of you."

As we followed Heather to the Governor's office, I whispered to Blake "Do you think we're in trouble?"

"I don't know," she whispered back.

"Darling, did you call Senator Miller a 'hateful dumbfuck' again?" I asked.

"Did you call that one reporter a 'Poliquin plant' again?" She shot back, grinning.

After Heather shuffled us into Betsy Sweet's office, she left and closed the door behind her.

"Blake. Ben. Sit, please." The Governor said, gesturing to the two armchairs in front of her desk.

"How can we help, Madam Governor?" Blake asked.

"You know I value both of you very much. I wouldn't be sitting here without either of you and your commitment to my campaign," she began. "And you're both doing just spectacular work for me now that we're in office. Really. You two are the two best people in this administration."

"Well, I..." I began, but Betsy cut me off.

"Let me finish, Ben. And you know I care about both of you deeply, like you're my own children. Which is what makes this so difficult," Blake and I exchanged glances.

"Madam Governor, if I may, I apologized to Senator Miller and Ben had absolutely nothing to do with it. I'll resign, he can stay." Blake said quickly.

"I apologized to Jack Reddick, too, and Blake had nothing to do with that. I'll resign, she can stay." I said just as quickly. Betsy looked confused.

"You guys think you're in trouble?" she asked.

"Uh...well it just sort of sounded...like it." Blake said.

"Good lord, no. You two are great. I'm giving you permission to seek other opportunities, with a presidential campaign. You're both too talented and too smart to be here in Augusta." the Governor said. "I don't want to lose you, but I don't want you to stay here at the expense of your careers out of pure loyalty to me."

Blake and I looked at each other again.

"Ma'am, if I may, we..." I stammered

"We both love working here. We're living out our dreams." Blake finished.

"I'm not telling you to leave. But if you find a campaign that you like, you have my permission to go. But only if you go together. You two work best when you work with each other. And if you don't find a Presidential candidate you like, that's more than fine by me."

We left the office.

"Is Jeff Merkley running?" Blake asked me. I shook my head.

"It looks like he’s sitting this one out. Bernie's running," I offered.

"He's too old. Gillibrand?" she said.

"I like her, but not enough to leave my work here. Kamala?"

"She already has her campaign apparatus in place, there's no room for us." We sighed.

"I guess you're stuck with me and Betsy for the next four years," I smiled.

"There are worse things than being stuck with Betsy Sweet and you for the next four years." She smiled.

Our phones vibrates simultaneously. A news alert from CNN.


We looked at each other, and smiled.

Stabenow is the Dean of the Senate? Must have been several serious waves to get rid of every senator serving before 2001

Butterfly effect, maybe?

Menendez got Torricelli’d.

But the point of divergence is roughly Betsy Sweet winning the Democratic gubernatorial primary in 2018, propelling Blake and Ben into the political spotlight in Maine and supercharging their careers.

Patty Murray is dean, she’s been serving since 1993. I just got tired.

I also looked at the ages of current Senators; anyone over 70 was instantly thrown out, because we’re 15 years in the future and those people will be in their mid-80s.

What's the Senate balance?

Large Democratic majority due to the “eight year wave” of 2018-2026.

Finished the Senate list.

Just a tiny nitpick, but you put both James Lankford and Ben Sasse as SoS. Anyway, it's great!

That Senate is NUTS

Whens the next update coming to this timeline I really love it!

Suffering major writer's block on all of my TLs at the moment (except, inexplicably, The Unlikely Speaker, which is the one I've worked on the least).

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I locked my office door in the Hart Building behind me, and checked my watch again. I had exactly 13 minutes to get to my place in Foggy Bottom to catch the tip-off of the Celtics/Bulls game in Chicago. It was my birthday, but because the Maine Legislature and Congress were both in session — as well as it being a school night — I wasn’t  going to see either Blake or the kids except on FaceTime.

The moment I pressed the button to call the elevator, I heard a female voice calling my name. I turned to find the Junior Senator from New York and my good friend Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez striding towards me.

“What’s up, Alex?” I asked as she approached me.

“There’s something you need to see, can you step into my office please?” She asked, somewhat quickly. I glanced at my watch. So what if I miss the start of the game I thought.

“Sure.” I said. She smiled and gestured for me to follow.

“I’ve been working on this for some time. I think you’ll like it,” she said mysteriously. I gave her a quizzical look.

“Cotton will veto any bill that dissolves DHS, Alex. And we don’t have the numbers to override it.” I told her. She grinned even wider, pausing as she reached for her office’s doorknob.

“I know,” she said, still smiling. “But you should still see this.” She opened her door, and I saw dozens of people crammed into her office.

“SURPRISE!!” They shouted. I saw some of my House and Senate colleagues, dozens of aides and staffers, former Governor Sweet and...Blake?

“Happy birthday, Senator.” Alex said as Blake approached and wrapped her arms around me.

“Surprised?” She smiled.

“Stunned,” I said, before looking around the room. “Wow, thank you all.” Then a thought ran across my head, and I turned to my wife. “What about the kids?”

“They’re gonna Skype in. Troy’s watching them.”

“Troy Jackson? As in the President of the Maine Senate?” I asked, incredulous. Blake nodded. I turned to Alex.

“And you did this all?”

“Don’t look at me, it was your wife’s idea.” She nodded towards Blake.

“Enough chit-chat, blow out the candles so we can cut the fucking cake!” Yelled Kirsten Gillibrand, who was slightly more profane than Blake and I.

Over the next several hours, I cavorted with the various movers and shakers of American politics. By midnight, the party had mostly petered out, and Blake and I were relaxing on Alex’s couch with she and her boyfriend. As it always does with politicians, the conversation turned to elections.

“The next President was probably at this party,” Alex intoned, sipping her wine.

“The next President is probably in this room,” I joked, as it was basically the four of us and a handful of our closest aides. Blake’s look turned serious, and she looked at the various staffers.

“Could you guys give us the room please?” She asked them. They sighed dejectedly, but nodded and slowly filtered out, closing the door behind them.

We sat in awkward silence. Blake sighed and broke it.

“Alexandria, we need to know if you’re running.”

The Senator from New York said nothing for a moment.

“I mean...I’ve definitely considered it,” she said, choosing her words carefully.

“Alex, we can’t split the left like in 2020. Having Liz, Bernie, Merkley and Ellison all run gave Kennedy the nomination,” I began. “You know we love you. You backed me over Strimling in 2022. You’re one of my closest allies — and, more importantly, one of my very best friends, but...” I paused, and looked at Blake.

“Alex, I’m running for President.” Blake said. A jolt of excitement went through me. It happened every time she said it.

Alex sighed, sounding somewhat melancholy.

“I figured that much. You have Sydney Perkins and Tim Rowan working for you. There’s no way they’d join the team of a Governor of a small state unless there was a campaign element involved.”

“And you’re right about not wanting to split the left. We all agree Joe’s a nice guy, but it was a total missed opportunity for the left. He did nothing on immigration or mass incarceration...”

“I will.” Blake said. It gave me shivers. She didn't sound like the woman I was married to. She sounded...Presidential. Alex nodded.

“I will support you one hundred percent,” Alex said slowly. “You will make a great president, Governor.” They got up and hugged each other. Blake looked down at me.

“Let’s roll.”

Great! I'd be quite afraid of a President AOC, though, I guess she matured by now ITTL from her current... mode.

We had left my office party at the Hart Building and ended up at the Columbia Room in Logan Circle. It was just Blake, Alex and I.

"I used to tend bar at a place like this," Alex intoned. Blake and I chuckled.

"We know. We followed your campaign religiously." Blake said.

"I keep on forgetting you guys got into electoral politics much later than I did," Alex said. "You guys are so little!" She teased. I snorted.

"You're only five years--uh, four years older than me, Alex." I said matter-of-factly.

"Like I said: little."

We were silent for a moment, enjoying the ambient noise at the bar. Blake sighed and rested her head on my shoulder.

"You guys are adorable. I've never met two people more in love and more perfect for each other than you are." Alex said. We giggled.

"Thanks. We've gotten that a lot over...god, how long has it been? Almost 17 years?" I said, turning towards Blake.

"It'll be 17 years next May that we've known each other, but we just passed the 16th anniversary of our first kiss." Blake answered.

"You guys know when you met and when you first kissed? How?!" Alex almost shouted.

"They were important dates for the both of us." Blake answered.

"Okay, then. Start at the beginning. How'd you guys meet?" Alex asked.


It was my first presidential election. I wanted to dive headlong into it.

I was the caucus captain for my precinct caucus. I was a delegate at my state party convention. Now I was an employee of my party.

I was just a kid. I strolled into the Hillary for New Hampshire HQ so sure that my candidate, the brilliant, the experienced, the overqualified Hillary Rodham Clinton was on her way to the White House, and perhaps, if I was lucky, so was I.

When I walked through the door, I’d reached heaven. Rows of tables with burner cellphones, “I’M WITH HER,” “HASSAN FOR SENATE,” “KUSTER FOR CONGRESS” posters on the walls, large photos of Clinton and Barack Obama, a cardboard cutout of the candidate herself. A girl, probably younger than me, spoke up when I entered.

“Hi, are you here to volunteer?” She said, looking over excited. “We haven’t gotten too many thus far...”

“No, actually, I have a meeting with a Blake Walsh? Do you know where he is?” Except for the girl, the cardboard cutout of Secretary Clinton and me, the HQ was empty.

“Oh, Blake’s a girl. But come on I’ll take you to her office. What was your name?” A few moments later I was sitting in the office of a girl with short brown hair, mysterious blue eyes and a nose ring.

“Your résumé’s impressive, Ben. Veteran of Obama for America and Michaud’s gubernatorial campaign, all before you could vote. And of course, caucus captain and delegate for Hillary.” Blake had said.

“Well, I consider myself very passionate about the party. And Secretary Clinton.” I told her.

“I was a Bernie girl. What part of Maine are you from?”

“Portland, the greatest city in the world.” I said. She laughed.

“I love Portland. I’m from up north though.”

“Maine?” I asked. She nodded.

“I’m from the County.” She said. I was surprised. I hadn’t picked up the typical Aroostook accent. I frowned at the thought that she may have had to suppress it for her career. But this girl was unlike any of my preconceived notions of Aroostook people.

“So,” she began, “you were initially assigned to Chris, who’s in Franklin. But I like you, and you’re from Maine, so I’m gonna poach you, which means you’ll be working here in Concord with me. You should thank me, Franklin’s a shithole. The first thing you see there is a giant Trump sign.”

“Sounds great. I’d love to work with you.” I said, almost accidentally. She smiled, almost to herself.

“Welcome aboard, Ben.” She shook my hand, holding it just a beat longer than usual.

“I can’t believe we met Molly Fucking Ringwald!” Blake exclaimed as we set out for canvassing. It was chilly, and the leaves crunched beneath our feet.

“I’ve had a crush on her since I saw Sixteen Candles when I was like 14,” I said.

“Oh yeah? You have a thing for redheads Ben?” She teased.

“Nah...brunettes on the other hand...” I grinned. She blushed. We walked in pleasant silence for a few minutes.

“I’m glad she didn’t get a psycho.” I began “Did I tell you about this one lady I had who told me she knew Hillary was a satanist?”

“Yeah, I overheard you tell Molly that.” We were quiet for a moment as we approached our neighborhood. “What’s the matter?” She said, looking at me.

“It’s just...this thing that’s been bothering me. That was the most full I’ve seen the HQ since I started working here over three months ago. In 2012, in Maine, the HQ was always full. Here we are in New Hampshire, the swing state, with a senate and a gubernatorial race, and we can only fill it up when we trot out these celebrities.”

“Meh.” Blake said. “It’s still kinda early. Plus some people might think she has it in the bag already and can’t lose.”

“Then they should come out for Maggie, and Carol, and Colin. They could lose. God forbid this state sends Kelly Ayotte back to Washington to be the one Senator to give the GOP the majority. God forbid we have a GOP governor undoing all of Maggie’s hard work. God forbid Frank Guinta wins again, and makes it that much harder to get stuff through the House.” I said. She grabbed my hand.

“We’re not going to lose. Trust me.”

And I trusted her.


“I bought champagne!” Blake bellowed as she entered the Hillary HQ. Pizza and sandwiches were on a table, as staffers and supporters huddled around computer screens and a TV that was broadcasting MSNBC. She pulled me aside. “I know you’re too young, but I got you a little something, too.” She pulled out a small bottle of absinthe, my favorite.

“You shouldn’t have. And I mean really, you shouldn’t have, I don’t want one of the best nights of my life ruined with an underage drinking charge.” I told her, barely suppressing my smile.

“Hush,” she said, and poured two shots. She raised one. “To Governor Colin Van Ostern, Congresswoman Ann McLane Kuster, Senator Maggie Hassan and President Hillary Rodham Clinton.” We clinked glasses and drank. She began pouring us another one.

“Seriously?” I said, somewhat bemused.

“I have another toast,” she stated matter-of-factly, and handed me the glass. She looked me in the eye. “To new friends.” We clinked and drank again, and went back to the rest of the party.


Things were quiet. Much too quiet. Virginia was too close. Wisconsin was too close. New Hampshire was too close. Trump was leading in Florida. Pennsylvania was uncalled. Michigan was uncalled.

I needed to find Blake.

She was sitting by herself in her office, clicking back and forth between the AP, New York Times and FiveThirtyEight.

“Blake,” I began. But I didn’t know what to say after that. So I went to the only thing that was going through my mind.

“What the fuck.”

She got up and hugged me. We walked back to the main room. She held my hand. We found a nice spot at the back. She rested her head on my shoulder.

“And we have a major projection to make...Donald Trump will win the state of Florida and its 29 electoral votes.”

It was as if the air had been sucked out of the room. Things were silent for a beat. Then there was noise. Crying.

I looked at Blake. “Oh my god.” I said. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.”

I started to cry. She held me close. “We need to get out of here,” she whispered. I nodded. She escorted me to her car and drove me to her apartment.

In her apartment, we didn’t put on the TV. I sat on her couch, tears running down my face as she made me tea.

“Blake,” I choked out.

“What, Ben.” She said.

“She’s gonna fucking lose!” I wailed, and started weeping. Blake rushed in.

“Ben...she’s up in Michigan and Pennsylvania...if she wins those and Nevada and Colorado, and holds Virginia, she’ll get over 270.” She said, wrapping her arms around me.

“Blake...look,” I sniffled, handing her my phone. Trump had just taken the lead in Pennsylvania.

“Oh no,” She whispered, as she buried her face in my shoulder, her breath catching in her throat.

I started worrying. “Blake...what about Merrick Garland? What if you need birth control or an abortion? What about my dads?” She looked up at me, her makeup smeared.

“Ben. We stick together. We’re going to have to.”

We held each other longer.

“Ben...” she whispered, “I’m scared.”

“Me too.” I sniffed. I kissed the top of her head. “As long as we’re together though,” she let go of me, and looked up. “I think we’ll be alright.”

She smiled slightly to herself, leaned in and kissed me.

"Make sure we don't drink the absinthe early this time," I said to Blake as we entered the Think Tank Building, the headquarters of Betsy Sweet's gubernatorial campaign.

"Hush," she told me, not looking up from her phone. "Turnout numbers are looking excellent."

"Great, I need to go feed the vultures. See you upstairs." I said, as she continued into Betsy's upstairs office and I detoured to the frontroom, where the victory party would be held. Only a few supporters were there, along with the media. It was still mostly empty. Polls wouldn't close for another fifteen minutes.

"Ben, anything for us?" a grizzled reporter asked me.

"Betsy remains confident that the people of Maine will choose change and progress tonight. She expressed congratulations on a well-fought campaign to the other Democratic candidates, and wants to remind voters that they still have time to get in line. If they're in line before 8, they will be allowed to vote."

"Any comment on the power outage at the polling place in Kingfield?"

"The Sweet campaign, and several other campaigns, filed a lawsuit to extend voting hours in Kingfield because of the power outage. We believe the lawsuits will be successful." I looked at my watch. "Okay, one more question guys, better make it good."

"Why'd you go to some of the most conservative areas of the state in the last week?"

I paused. "Betsy Sweet is running to be governor of all of Maine, not just the progressive parts of Maine. The people of Piscataquis and Aroostook and Penobscot have voices that deserve to be heard, too. And they may just deliver us victory tonight. Alright, I'll see you guys around 9."

I went upstairs to the war room. I looked at the handmade sign on the door. "Welcome to the Sweet Suite." I smiled to myself, knowing Blake had something to do with it.

She was sitting on the couch, a donut in hand, still staring intently at her phone screen.

"Hey babe," she said.

"Hey..." I said. At that moment I noticed our reflection in the mirror. Goddamn, we looked grown up. I was only 20, Blake 23. Here I was, in a blue suit, my curls replaced with a crew cut. Blake in a black blazer and pencil skirt. I'd never even seen her in a skirt until we got this job.

"First results! From Andover!" Blake yelled, breaking me from my thoughts. About a half dozen people crowded around her, including me. "Russell, 12;" she read, "Cote, 34; Mark Dion, 6; Donna Dion, 2; Eves 68; Mills 55; Sweet...98!" We cheered, and high fived.

"Game on," I said, looking Blake in the eye.

"Game. On." She said back.

10:03

"Betsy is confident in the ranked choice voting process." I told a particularly annoying reporter. The victory party was in full swing now. And the race was close. While Mary Mayhew easily swept away opposition on the GOP side, it had turned into a real nailbiter between us, Adam Cote, and Janet Mills.

"Have you received any concession calls?" another reporter said.

"Mayor Dion, Senator Dion and Representative Russell have each called Betsy. Though I believe they've also called Mr. Cote and Attorney General Mills to express their congratulations. Speaker Eves is upstairs with Betsy right now, as I'm sure you saw. It's important to remember that this party is united behind whoever wins tonight. Alright, I'll see you guys soon." I left.

Back upstairs, everyone was staring at a screen. Blake had her phone, iPad and laptop all in front of her.

"Has Cote called to concede yet?" I said. She shook her head. "Well, we know that bastard's stubborn." I sat next to her, and looked at the numbers.

Maine Democratic primary
99% of precincts reporting
Too close to call
Betsy Sweet: 48,782, 30.87%
Janet Mills: 48,399, 30.63%
Adam Cote: 21,590, 13.66%
Mark Eves: 20,612, 13.%
Diane Russell: 12,398, 6.74%
Mark Dion: 4,201, 2.28%
Donna Dion: 2,135, 1.16%

"Good God, I hope we're everybody's second choice." Blake said, somewhat glumly.

"Don't look so disappointed, darling." I said to her. "It's only our careers." She smiled ruefully.

"You suck," she said, suppressing a laugh. Just then her phone vibrated.

"This is Walsh," she said into it. "Bath's three precincts are the only ones left, I think." She listened. Her eyebrows raised. "Really?" She looked at me. "When will we see this?" she grabbed her iPad and began running her fingers around the screen on it in earnest. "She's how far behind? Cote's above her?" She dropped her iPad on her lap and grabbed my wrist. "Well, thanks again Rachel. I'll be sure to tell Betsy." she calmy hung up the phone, and looked at me. "We won." she said simply, a smile crawling across her lips.

"We won?" I said, not quite believing it.

"We won!" she yelled this time, and through her arms around my neck. "She landslided Bath! We won! We won!"

We cheered, and hugged the other staffers in the room. Betsy came in and took a shot of absinthe with us ("Don't remind me of your age, Mr. Johnston"), before heading downstairs to the party. I fed the vultures one more time.

"This is a victory for progress. Politics as usual has come to an end in the Democratic Party, and on November 6th, it will come to an end in Maine. We are confident we received enough second-choice support from the supporters of other candidates, especially those of Speaker Eves."

"In her victory speech, Mary Mayhew alluded to Betsy Sweet by saying 'the Democratic candidate has no political experience, only radical activism.' Care to comment?" Jack asked. A surprisingly softball question.

"Secretary Mayhew can claim Betsy has no experience. Betsy's lifetime of work achieving major victories for women, disabled people and LGBTQ people in this state, from both inside and outside Augusta, speaks volumes. What also speaks volumes is Secretary Mayhew's experience. Her experience of limiting access to healthcare to Maine's most vulnerable, cruelly cutting food programs for the hungry and lobbying for Big Tobacco." Blake walked over.

"Guys, it's midnight," she said to the reporters. She slung her arm around my shoulders, though she had to stand on her toes to do it. "He's mine now." I shrugged my shoulders.

"She's the deputy campaign manager...she's technically my boss." I said, as she pulled me toward the elevator by my tie.


"After five ballots of counting, the nominee of the Democratic Party for Governor of the State of Maine is Elizabeth Ann Sweet." Secretary of State Matthew Dunlap declared after a week of tracking down every ballot box in every town in this state, and transporting them to Augusta. The actually ranking took less than an hour.

It shouldn't have been a surprise; Janet had run a staid, boring, centrist campaign, completely misreading the temperature of the party. Betsy -- with no small help from Blake and I -- was able to capture progressive rage aimed at Donald Trump and Paul LePage, and was able to paint herself as an outsider to the dysfunction in Augusta but with deep policy expertise.

But even we did not expect to actually finish first on election night. We had hoped to be everyone's second choice, hopefully leapfrogging Mills on a later ballot. Instead, we were in the lead from the get-go.

On our way out of the Secretary of State's office, we caught a TV playing CNN.

"And we have some breaking news from Maine, as the result of the first statewide use of ranked-choice-voting is known. Maine Democrats have chosen Betsy Sweet, a progressive activist and first-time candidate over establishment favorite Maine Attorney General Janet Mills. This is a major rebuke to both the state and national party establishment, as Mills was supported by dozens of legislators and several Attorneys General throughout the country..." I shared a smile with Blake.

"Come on, you two," Betsy said from behind us. "We have a lot of work to do."

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"Moving on to healthcare -- Secretary Mayhew, your campaign has made it abundantly clear you will continue Governor LePage's opposition to Medicaid expansion in Maine. Care to elaborate more on your healthcare plan?"

This dingy high school gymnasium was in a reddish town was not my ideal location for a debate. But Betsy was crushing it.

"Well, obviously, we need to increase options in the health insurance market by decreasing regulations and lowering taxes to bring in more opportunities. Medicaid expansion, putting more people on the government dole, won't work. It will create a state of takers instead of a state of entrepreneurs."

"Betsy, your response?"

Betsy paused for a second, then smiled to herself, put down her pen, and folded her hands.

"There it is. That's the Republican response to everything. Less regulations, less taxes, the market will fix everything!" She shook her head. "Look at what that's gotten this state. One of the lowest in job growth. The least healthy in New England. Child poverty has increased. There are places, not far from this very gymnasium, that look like a third world country, and whose social services are even worse than third world country." She paused for a second, than met Blake's eyes here in the back of the room. "On the first day of a Sweet Administration, I will take the government's medicaid expansion, as the people of Maine voted for two years ago. But I won't stop there, because we can't stop there. I met people on the campaign trail who ration insulin or rely on donations from strangers coming across their GoFundMe profiles for the medical care. That is an abomination, and something that should not be happening in this country. So we don't just need medicaid expansion. We need universal, single-payer healthcare at a federal level. And if I'm lucky enough to be elected, I will fight for it every god damn day I sit in that office. Anything less than that is a betrayal to the people of this state, and this country."

As the audience burst into applause, I looked at Blake. And at that moment, something clicked in both of our minds.
Holy shit, we thought. She's going to fucking win.



Diner's like Rock's are not unique to Maine by any means, nor is politicking at them a uniquely Maine experience. But as Blake and I sat at the bar and watched Betsy work the early crowd, something felt different. Everyone was responsive, and not in that Maine polite way. Usually you get a small handful of people rebuking you. Not today.

The waitress delivered Blake's pancakes and my western omelette. She looked at the button on my lapel curiously.

"You guys work for her?" she asked.

"Yes," I somehow managed through a mouthful of eggs and peppers, as Blake attempted to swallow her pancakes with scalding coffee.

"My daughter has a pre-existing condition. Tell her to keep up the good work. That speech she gave at the debate...no politician, Democrat or Republican, ever spoke to me like that."

"Well, we're glad you enjoyed the debate. Did you go to the meet and greet afterward?" Blake asked. The waitress gave a quizzical look.

"You were at the debate, right?" I said. The debate wasn't broadcast on any local television, only streamed on Facebook from a camera run by some 14-year-old.

"What? No...I saw the speech on Twitter this morning. Anyway, I gotta get back to work." Blake and I looked at each other bewildered for a moment, then we both scrambled for our phones.

Opening up Twitter, the number one trending topic in the United States of America was...Betsy Sweet.

The number four topic? #medicareforall.

I tapped Betsy's name on Twitter. The first thing that popped up was a tweet with over ten thousands retweets from Sean McElwee.

"At a debate in rural Maine last night, #MEGOV candidate Betsy Sweet laid out the problems with the American healthcare system - and its solution." Blake was now reading over my shoulder, something I normally hated.

There was also an embedded YouTube video in the tweet, clearly taken from someone's cellphone in the audience. As I was seemingly frozen, Blake had to reach out and tap the YouTube link.

"Mother of god..." she whispered.

712,388 views. A cellphone video of a debate answer had become one of the most viral moments of the campaign season.

My phone suddenly started vibrating. A New York number was calling me. I answered it.

"This is Ben Johnston," I said, my voice shaky.

"Yes, is this the Ben Johnston who is Betsy Sweet's press secretary?" A man's voice said.

"Uh, yes, who's speaking?" I said, standing up from the bar.

"This is Will Davison, I'm one of the producers on the Rachel Maddow Show. We'd love to have Betsy on tonight."

I damn near dropped my phone. I looked over to Blake, who know had her phone at her ear.

"Anderson Cooper? The Anderson Cooper?" She said into her phone. I caught Betsy's eye.

"Ben...you there?" Will Davison, one of the producers of the Rachel Maddow Show said from my phone.

"Yes...can you hold on for a moment?" I said. Betsy walked up to us.

"What's going on? You two look crazy right now." She said. I grinned at her.

"Rachel Maddow or Anderson Cooper?"

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"...and in Maine, we can call the Governor's race: Betsy Sweet, the longtime activist endorsed by the Democratic Socialists of America, has won overwhelmingly, cruising past Republican Mary Mayhew and independent Terry Hayes. Sweet won the Democratic primary on the backs of enthusiastic, young volunteers, and she's won the general based perhaps in part of that viral debate video that was floating around last week. She got lots of positive attention after that. Sweet has never held elective office, and makes her personal story -- the fact that she's a small business owner and single mother -- the centerpiece of her campaign, and she's absolutely cruised here, winning over 60% of the vote, though that margin may decrease as more conservative, rural areas come in. Nicolle, what's your takeaway?"

"Well, Rachel, we should note that the Republican Mary Mayhew is one of the least popular politicians in the state, she couldn't even break 50% approval with Republicans. Her office has been implicated in the deaths of two children,* she is closely associated with the unpopular administration of Paul LePage, and wasn't a good campaigner. Obviously, the Maine GOP paid the price for nominating her tonight. I mean, she was a Big Tobacco lobbyist for God's sake! How anyone thought she could win is beyond me..."

I didn't hear any MSNBC analysis. We were already celebrating, Mayhew having called to concede just moments after the polls closed.

There was no big release of emotion like in the primary. It was a slow burn. We had the momentum since the Fort Kent debate, and all day reports had been beyond even our wildest expectations. We knew we had it when Mayhew sent out a tweet that began with "Regardless of what happens tonight..." at 2:30 in the afternoon.

I dismissed myself from the party and ran up to the rooftop of our headquarters, and I started to cry.

No, I started to weep.

It all came out. The stress of the campaign, the elation of victory, the pride in working for someone who I actually cared about, the joy in doing it beside the love of my life.

A short while later, Blake found me on the roof.

"There you ar--oh my god, what's wrong?" she almost shouted, rushing to get next to me, grabbing my hand.

I sobbed wetly for a second. "I'm...so...proud..." I managed to get out. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she embraced me tightly. After a few moments, I had collected myself, relatively. "This is the greatest night of my life." Blake nodded, and smiled.

We sat together in the peace and quiet, the only noise the celebrations on the street in front of the HQ.

"Let's get married," I whispered. I surprised myself saying those words. I was running off of pure emotion, pure adrenaline.

Blake stared at me, her eyes the size of saucers. "What?" she said.

"Let's fucking get married. I love you in ways I cannot even express. Let's get married and do this for the rest of our lives, electing progressives around Maine -- no, around the country. We'll be like Matalin and Carville. Except, you know, not shitty."

She paused for a second.

"Yes. 100% yes! I love you, Benjamin Johnston. Let's change the world. Together." She threw her arms around my neck. I lifted her up. We kissed.

Somewhere beyond Back Cove, fireworks went off. Or maybe it was just our imagination.

*this is real (https://www.pressherald.com/2018/03/09/legislatures-investigative-arm-to-launch-probe-into-child-deaths-and-role-of-maine-dhhs/)