They gathered at the fence surrounding the Capitol. It was the night of July 4, 2018, a day that “will live in infamy”, or so John Q. Public imagined it would be. Finally his followers, the vigilant vigilantes, would see justice done. Their voices would be heard, the uprising creating havoc and wonderment seen by all as they revealed themselves.
It was almost time. The crowd of resistance fighters started to anxiously move about, sweating in Washington DC humidity and heat of the day. Then their fearless leader, John Q., raised his arms and the crowd cheered. The members stripped naked in unison, revealing red white and blue painted stripes covering their bodies. Ladies swooned and children gasped at the sight.
The most surprising part of all was the release of a gigantic balloon as the accommodating breeze slowly carried the president’s effigy toward the building. As it floated closer to the Capitol building, leaflets spewed from the mouth of the effigy. Pamphlets written in red and white and blue ink saying, “free the people!” And of course other statements not privy to this reporter at the time.
And from somewhere in the hour before the fireworks blew, music of olden patriotic songs incited the crowd to put their hands on their hearts and sing. Their voices only slightly, for a second or two, were heard by “their” president as he lay in his bed chamber, furiously tweeting “the Democrats led by former President Obama are trashing my yard!”