The exquisite metal gate was accessible by an old, cobbled path. The gate was made entirely of iron and was painted black but exuded a peculiarly unattractive air. To deter trespassers, sharp spikes protruded from the top, yet no one in their right mind would consider breaking into the White House. The metal grills were covered in thick vines that partially blocked the view of the outdoors. A loud groan signaled the gate opening, and a cobbled walkway went out onto the meadow. The surroundings were covered in thin, well kempt blade of grasses with an occasional pine tree and a proximal forest looms ahead, its enormous trees providing sanctuary to ominous ghosts and fearsome phantoms. However, a strangely chilly air that smelled like fresh blood on grass was blowing out of it while the sky above the woodland appeared to be at odds with its surroundings due to being covered in dark clouds that advised onlookers to avoid the area.
The night before was chilly and crisp. The earth was filthy from the recent heavy rains. President Morgan was enjoying a cup of coffee that morning when he abruptly noticed that the windows in his office were being closed. His feet appeared to be being blown to coldness by a whirlwind. His body began to inflate, turning nearly obscene. His teeth were a dark brown color, and they made his jaws practically clatter. The man believed he was dreaming. But in this turbulent moment, what kind of sadistic fantasy could it be?
Suddenly, a tall, lank, slender figure approaching six feet tall entered with a shambling, loose, uneven, almost shaky walk. He had hunched shoulders, long, pendulous arms, and hands of unusual size, but his feet were proportionately much larger. He was dressed in a wrinkled, ill-fitting black suit that reminded one of an undertaker's uniform for a funeral. Around his neck, a rope of black silk was knotted in a large bulb, with gliding ends protruding beyond the collar of his coat. His turned-down shirt collar revealed a sinewy, muscular yellow neck, and above that, nestled in a large black mass of hair, bristling and compact like a ruff of mourning pins gait and a head covered in a thatch of wild, Republican hair.
The appearance of kindness, savviness, and the uncomfortable obsequiousness of his face can dispel the impression created by the size of his extremities and by his flapping and broad projecting ears; his mouth is utterly gigantic; two broad furrows from the nostril to the chin serve as the only structure for the lips, which stray and nearly touched the black beard lines. The nose, which is a prominent appendage, protrudes from the face and has an inquisitive, worried air as if it were sniffing for something positive in the breeze; dark, full, and deeply set eyes are penetrating but have a look that almost seems tender. Above them, the shaggy brows protrudes, blending into the hair tender; due to the irregular flocks of thick hair that are carelessly brushed across it, the development of which can hardly be evaluated with any degree of accuracy.
One might argue that while the mouth was designed to have fun, it could also deliver the harshest sentence the head could order, but Mr. Lincoln would be more inclined to balance justice with mercy and enjoy what he sees as life's comforts than to adopt a pessimistic or puritanical perspective on people's nature and the state of the world.
In fact, since arriving in the United States, more negative references to Mr. Lincoln made by Americans on that basis couldn’t be estimated. If one had met him on the street, one would consider him to be what European society refers to as a "gentleman." Nonetheless, even the most uninterested observer would be unable to pass him by in the street without noticing him.
One would find it quite amusing to hear Mr. Lincoln deploy the anecdotes for which he is renowned in the discourse that took place before supper. Instead of using a ruse, a polite speech, or a shrug of the shoulders to escape an awkward situation like men raised in courts, accustomed to the world, or versed in diplomacy, Mr. Lincoln raises a laugh with a brazen West-country anecdote and then leaves in a cloud of laughter brought on by his joke.
“Mr. Lincoln!” Uttered President Morgan in a trepid voice.
“Good day, Mr. Morgan.” He said.
“Thought you were dead?”
“Yes. But I have been around.” Answered Mr. Lincoln.
“You can have a sit.”
“"Screw that!” The Americans problems can’t make one sit for a second.”
“How do you know?” Asked President Morgan curiously.
“I keep an eye on things from the third realm.”
“Really!” President Morgan responded in a low voice.
"Sure! I witnessed how Americans endured the Great Depression and recovered. Replied in an emotional tone.
“Why, therefore, didn't you come to our aid?”
"The spiritual realm functions differently. It is governed by principles as well. It wasn't my time, but I would have wanted to.” He answered.
The stack of papers on President Morgan’s desk caught his attention. There were numerous complaint files.
“So, tell me Mr. President those things that bothers you about the Americans today.”
President Morgan sipped another cup of coffee before sighing deeply.
"There are many issues, but I'll focus on the ten biggest issues. High housing costs are at the top of the list. Due to high bank interest rates, many Americans cannot afford to make mortgage or rent payments. Many people are now homeless. Some people take out loans but with high interest rate. Therefore, I believe banks should formalize financing practices that include low-income Americans and permit home lottery purchases. The government ought to support these policies. It is a coordinated effort and a type of ublic and private partnership relationship. The government can construct even well-designed shelters to remove millions from the streets since, if they stay there, many will go insane and turn to drugs, rape, murder, and suicide.
“Therefore, you should partner with stakeholders using some of the Federal Reserve. Is it quite obvious, Mr. President?”
“I appreciate it.” Mr. Lincoln.
He consumes the final sip of coffee.
"Secondly, I believe that inflation is a general trend. It's not something that can be gotten rid of; it happens gradually. The creation of sound economic policies is another action that may be taken to reduce that. However, in terms of immigration, steps should be taken to attract talents from many nations to aid in technical and economic progress. To stop terrorists and drug users, this should be carefully evaluated. More finance on technology and man power should be budgeted on defense. America's diversity is one of its greatest assets. Now, funding infrastructure isn't the main concern when it comes to health care. Instead, your government should focus on developing a system that is effective. This is done through conducting in-depth surveys of people's health and reducing the cost of providing healthcare. Some people have malignancies, leukemia, neurological problems, and so forth. As a result of their lack of job or underemployment, these people do not have health insurance. However, the solution is to develop a comprehensive health care system that is effective and worthwhile. On environmental degradation, I think a technological perspective on environmental degradation should be adopted. Fossil fuels and indiscriminate air, water, and land pollution ought to be punished. Taxes on carbon emissions can be added to the cost of manufacturing by businesses.
For addiction to drugs, this is more of a social issue than the prescribing of other substances. People have experienced ruined dreams, lost loved ones, failed marriages, homelessness, poverty, breakups, molestation, and peer pressure. To stop these, organizations and more psychologists should come into partnership.
He chastised the president for a number of things.
"Thank you, Mr. Lincoln. You have unmistakably demonstrated that you love Americans. I wanted you to always be available.
"From now on, I will always be here. Just give me three calls if you need anything. As he walked out the window, he said. ”
Morgan, the president, appeared relieved. He may at least begin to work on the American aspirations.