Some stories reveal the world. Others reveal the self. Volume II of Colt Donaldson’s epic How to Kill a President: Colt the Smoking Gun doesn’t just continue the tale; it amplifies it. Where Volume I was a war cry, Volume II is a reckoning. A soul stripped bare. A mirror held to the face of power, memory, masculinity, and pain.
But first, let’s zoom out. America today is obsessed with legacy. Politicians polish their names. Celebrities rewrite their stories. But real legacy? It lives in people like Donald Colt. In men whose pasts aren’t made for headlines but for scars. This book is what happens when legacy refuses to die and demands to be understood.
Chapter 4, “Relevance,” is a masterclass in tone and layered nostalgia. Grandpop Mike, a man of whiskey and war, demonstrates how people who know what secrets to whisper, rather than politicians, wield power. The Waldorf scene, which involves pride, generational loyalty, and blackmail, is more than just a work of outstanding fiction. It’s a family story wrapped in American history.
But this book doesn’t coast on charm. It dives headlong into discomfort. There are no sugar-coated memories. We’re confronted with abuse, broken promises, prison stories, and the kind of trauma that doesn’t fade. Donald’s recollections are not just stories; they’re testimonies. And every testimony reveals a deeper truth about the systems, families, and ghosts that built modern America.
There’s a raw tenderness here, too. A love for the women who suffered silently. A hunger for connection. A guilt that never fully dissolves. When Colt talks about Cathy, about Gram, about the fractured bridges between parent and child, you feel it. You feel it in your heart.
The writing sharpens in Volume II. It slows down and dares you to linger longer. The voice becomes more reflective, even spiritual at times. There’s a sense that Donald Colt isn’t just documenting his family anymore; he’s decoding them. Dissecting them. And in doing so, confronting himself.
By the time we reach the midpoint of the book, the Colt family has already outlived its enemies. But not its demons. And the deeper Donald digs into his bloodline, the more he realizes the enemy might not be a politician, or a general, or even a gangster. It might be the lie that started it all.
The lie they were all told. The lie they all believed.
And just as you think you’re finally about to hear that truth, just as Donald lifts the veil, you realize that the gun is still smoking. And someone is still pulling the trigger. Can you handle the force? Only reading volume II of How to a Kill a President: Colt the Smoking Gun will lead you to an answer.
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