The Risen Phoenix

"Damn, kids. They're always in the way." He grumbled as he walked away from the orphanage, side stepping an old, beggar woman. Her hand outstretched, begging for change. Her clothes were ratty, torn and gave off a nasty odor. "Undesirable." He spat in her direction while she cowered, and backed away quickly.
His fore fathers would have despised the place the world had become. There was no government anymore, but people followed him and those that didn't... Well, let's just say they didn't live for very long. He was a proud man, running a group of men through the streets and eliminating the rejects and scavengers that were opposed to his rule. He was the ruling body, Stanley Trump, and he would always despise those inferior to him.