*Displaced, do not hate*

It all started when I went to see my hero live, in person. I was on my way to a Trump rally dressed as the big man himself. He said he was going to make America great again, and I believe in Trump. But, when a merchant sold me a crappy imitation dead corgi for the missing piece of my ensemble, I found myself in a land of colorful horse things with a serious bug immigration problem.

Now, I look to the leadership here, and I only have one thing to say to Celestia. "You're fired."

Disclaimers:
Displaced fic (not) staring everyone's favorite savvy business man and shoe-in for president.
Note that MLP does exist on the main characters Earth and he thinks it's for pansies.
I do not own Donald Trump. In fact, he might own me.
story takes place during the season 2 finale, in case you couldn't tell.