Aftermath: Trump’s downfall

Aftermath. Trump’s downfall.
Contact was sporadic. It was hard to believe that a country that basically ran everything a few months ago was now so difficult to get hold of.
Trump’s downfall and sudden removal from office had caused a massive shockwave. And that in itself was a huge surprise. Wasn’t that what everybody had wanted. Wasn’t that what everyone had predicted. And yet when it happened the shit hit the fan bigtime.
Trump disappeared. As did his cronies. The VP. Bondi. Meon. Hegseth, Patel et al. All of them. To a man. To a woman. Gone. Hopefully, was the word on many lips, never to be seen again.
The general consensus was that they were dead. To put it bluntly, murdered in their beds, as some might say, deservedly. Others, conspiracy nutters of course, insisted that they had been transported to that place where Micheal Jackson and other stars of stage, screen and music (Epstein?) now reside. Whatever. Who cares? As long as there was some kind of justice to be had, was the general mood. Hopefully a worthy punishment for their many, many sins.
The point was, what the hell was going on now?
No-one seemed to know.
There was hell to play. Guns were drawn and fired in the aftermath. There were sides taken. Fat men in military fatigues waddled on to the streets armed to the teeth and fired on anyone who looked different. Just like they always did. But this time things weren’t the same.
Trump had gone and the downtrodden hordes had grown in confidence. Guns were a plenty and fire was returned, so it wasn’t long before the fat bully men ran, out of breath and wetting themselves. Very, very frightened they retreated to their bunkers to gorge themselves on the huge supplies of canned comfort food that they had stored up for Armageddon.
The streets were wild and vengeance was there to be taken. And quite understandably so. There were scores to be settled. Families to be avenged. ICE officers to be made to pay the price for their indiscretions and murders. A few weeks of blood and before long communications dropped out.
To be continued?

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