February 11th, 1800
Ah… this is most interesting. Here I am, running as Jefferson’s running mate for President, and not a few days into the voting have I been informed that there is a tie between me and Jefferson! Apparently, the Electoral College is divided evenly over who is the best pick for President for the Republican Party. Hmm… I’m most uncertain as to what to do in this predicament. If I run against Jefferson, I’d look like an ambitious hog hungry for power—and I must that say that I wouldn’t wholly disagree with that statement, no matter how cruelly put—and if I don’t I would be disappointing and shaming all those respected electors who were wise enough to see that I have what it takes to lead this country. But no matter what path I choose, I’d have to deal with that hot-headed bastard Alexander Hamilton! It’s common knowledge that that Washington’s wench would rather pick Satan himself than I for president. His slandering of my good name will hurt any chances that I have for becoming president—should I chose to run against Jefferson. Hmm… I’m most compelled to run against Jefferson now. The more I think of it, the more I feel that I’m destined to become president. What can that tobacco mongering Virginian do for this country anyway? He envisions an America of farms and prairies; not of an America of industry and business and commerce—an America which is destined to expand throughout the world. I sometimes even fancy a separate nation; one situated in the heartland of North America, and one that shall stretch from the Yellow River in China to the Pillars of Hercules in Spain; the whole stretch of the world round and back. But those are but silly fancies… for now. Hamilton expresses this same view and has even argued with Jefferson over this many times; Jefferson hates him as much as I do just because of his stance on this issue, but, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but Hamilton is right: this nation’s future is at stake. We can’t leave it in the hands of some slave-whipping, tobacco hung Southerner; oh, No, we can’t. Only those with the ideal vision for the future, the insight that this nation’s destined for much, much more can truly lead it to success. Well, to ensure this, I have finally taken it upon myself to run against Jefferson; Yes… my mind has been made up. To prevent a greater evil from hatching, I must go forth and smash its egg—and this, I shall do as President of the United States! And if I can’t, I might actually give some serious consideration to that separate nation idea…it does excite me so.
February 17th, 1800
Oh, what travesty! I lost! I LOST!!! That too after 36 Ballots!!! Oh, misfortune hath stricken me a cruel blow this day… How am I to ever face Jefferson now? How can I even look him in the eyes after this? Tis’ pretty clear that he will consider me a vile traitor and schemer from now on; but no matter. As his Vice President, there is little sway I hold in any matters to begin with. But this may be worse. I MUST save my political career somehow… and if it weren’t for that low-life conniving crook Hamiltion!! Maybe… just maybe I would’ve won. I will see to it that he will pay for this… with his life. I shall challenge him to a pistol duel; let’s see if he’ll face me like a man!! But it may be in my best interests to not jump to this action with such haste; my political influence plunged with this defeat, and I think it is best If I lay low for some time. After that, I’ll see to it that I exact my revenge on that vile rat Hamilton…
Burr does end up challenging Hamilton to a duel in 1804, right when both men were running for the governorship of NY. Hamilton accepts Burr's challenge, but ends up being fatally shot in the hip and through his liver and spine. Hamilton dies in a local hospital, while Burr runs away to South Carolina and lays low there for quite some time, and resumes his duties as Vice President. All charges against him were eventually dropped. Burr ends up following through with his crazy idea to create a separate nation in the South-western half of the U.S., bribing major U.S. generals and rallying a whole horde of farmers to take up his cause. Jefferson found out about Burr's plot, and had his arrested and brought to the Supreme Court to be tried for treason. The court found him innocent as they couldn't find any "proof" that he was indeed conspiring against the U.S. Burr was forever shunned by his fellow colleauges in the political arena, and he died a sad and lonely death. What a Burrn for him.