Thread by @VMadge

Just imagine you are secure, retired, enjoying your life in your comfortable house on the beach, listening to music, reading a book, a cold glass of chardonnay waiting to be sipped, a drop of water runs down the stem. The sun is streaming in, and a breeze caresses your skin.

A loud knock jolts you upright. The knock now is more of a pounding. You open the door.
Standing there is Donald Trump, his forehead glistening with sweat, his chest heaving a little from the 50 foot walk from the limousine.

Shocked, you ask why he has stopped at your house, of all places.
He says that he came to take over your house, because he likes it so much.
Bewildered, you just stand and blink, and your heart is beginning to race. "What the hell?" you think, and tell him

that you have no intent on selling your house.
He blurts out that you have no choice, it has been decided, and ushers in an army of workers, who start to take down your artwork, move your furniture, and unload your closets.
"YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO DO THIS! I AM CALLING THE

POLICE!" you scream. He says, go ahead, it won't make any difference, because he owns the cops. You threaten to call the FBI, and he gives you the same answer, and then finally you say you are calling your lawyer. He says not to bother, that your lawyer has been taken out of

the picture. Then a chiseled man in a dark suit steps forward and snatches the phone from your hand.
"YOU CAN'T JUST TAKE MY PHONE!" you bark at at him. He just walks away.
Your mind is racing now, your world seems suddenly fragile, and you can feel your legs getting wobbly.

Oh, it's just a daydream, you think and pinch your cheek. Ouch! God, it's happening.
"What makes you think you can just take over my house!?" you snap at the fat orange man standing in front of you.
He says, I'm rich....I can do anything I please. If you fight me, I will

bankrupt you. He motions to a man with a briefcase, snapping his fingers like a master to a dog. "Give him the check" he says.
You look at the check, and knowing what your house is worth, tell him you won't accept it, that the house is worth much more.
He shrugs his shoulders

and looks you squarely in the eyes, the edges of his lips curled up in a smug smile, and he says that is all he will pay and you will have to take it, and to get out of his house.
Your heart is pounding, and you bolt out of the front door to an incredible sight.

The street is lined with moving vans, and your neighbors are standing in the driveway, pumping their fists and waving their arms, but they are men with machine guns holding them at bay. The children hold their parents legs, others are sitting, holding their heads in their hands,

sobbing loudly, their chests heaving. You asked your armed escort what is happening, noticing that there is a slight ringing in your ears, and a bead of sweat runs down your ribs from your armpit. Followed by a short shiver.
He tells you that the government is taking over your

entire street, and you must be out of your house in the next hour. Your mouth is suddenly dry, and you remember the cold glass of wine back in the house. You try to head back in, but a man with a gun behind you just shakes his head, his eyes hidden behind sunglasses.

Then, he says in a baritone voice, "Welcome to the New World Order," and a knowing smile grew upon his face.
"Do not make it hard on yourself. If you resist, you will be taken to a holding facility for processing, and your family will be rounded up as well."

Rage is welling up inside your heart, and you clench your fists. But rather than strike out, you ask how can they do this, by what power can they take your house away?
He says, matter of factly, "Oh, you haven't heard? President Trump cancelled the election and has, by

proclamation, declared himself Supreme Leader. Attorney General Barr has closed down the courts, troops have taken over all the broadcast networks and internet service providers. All cell service has been shut down. Martial law is now if effect, and Congress has been

disbanded. Local police have been deputized to keep any protests from happening. Any resistors are being rounded up for processing. Like I said, "Welcome to the New World Order, which will be called The Unified States of the Motherland. Praise be to Supreme Leader Trump!"

Tears begin welling up in your eyes, and one runs down your cheek. You feel dizzy, your heart is now heard thumping in your ears, your temples throbbing. A bead of sweat runs down your back. You notice your throat is dry. Your mind swirls with panicked thoughts. Questions arise.

You think, but the election is next week....Trump was going to be defeated! The Republican Senate had branded him a pariah, and a new hope was rising across the nation! How can this be happening? Not here! Not in America!
We said Barr would be removed after the inauguration,

and a new Democratic majority in Congress would bring back reason to the rule of law in America. We had all this time to plan for a new administration after the runaway victory in the election.
The House was set to impeach him! The leadership decided he would be gone soon enough

and he would answer for all the same impeachable crimes in criminal court. They said it would be better for the country! They felt confident that he would not have enough power as a Lame Duck president after losing the election!
Dammit! Schiff warned us, but in the end he

was overridden by the rest of the Democrats, but by a very slim majority. A few voices warned that we were heading toward a dictatorship, but they were drowned out by more moderate ones. Dammit! Now it is too late!
How could our Armed Forces abandon the people?

Were there no warning signs? Your mind is going in circles, wondering, asking, and then you realize, yes, there were! How could we not see what was happening in broad daylight? Why did the Democratic leadership back down from the demand from the people for impeachment?

Feeling weak, you find a tree to lean back on and you notice a sick feeling in your stomach, your bowels growl.
You drop your head in your hands, and tears begin to flow freely. You hear the sound of a diesel engine start up, so you follow the sound to a dark green

bus, that reads USM SECURITY FORCE and notice growing line of your neighbors being forced into the front of the bus.
Good god, you think, so this is how America dies. We should have been more vigilant! How could be so complacent? What will become of our children?

Without warning, you feel a cold gun barrel push into your back and wince in pain.
"Get moving!" is all he says. You notice sounds of helicopters circling overhead, and short bursts of machine gun fire in the distance. Walkie talkies crackle.

Men can be heard arguing and children shrieking. You see a woman shoved to the ground, a soldier stands over her with a baton raised. She covers her head with her arms, screaming for him to stop. A little girl shrieks, clutching a stuffed animal in her tiny arms.

Again, a gun barrel jabs your ribs and a gruff voice snarls "Keep moving!" You feel all hope draining from your heart, and you keep putting one foot in front of the other heading toward the bus. A strange feeling causes you to turn your head over your shoulder, and you see him,

sitting in a chair on YOUR PORCH, with a can of soda in one hand, an unwrapped burger on the table in front of him - two armed guards stand behind him. He sees you, and he lifts the shiny can of soda as if to toast you, with an

evil smile showing overly white teeth, and he shouts "It's all mine now! ALL MINE! I CONTROL IT ALL!" followed by a single blast of laughter, and takes a slug of soda.
Bile rises up in your throat as you turn back to the waiting bus. How? How did we not see this coming?
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