Thread by @VMadge

An evil man is walking slowly on a red carpet, approaching a shining golden throne, cast in to distorted shapes of snakes, jackals, hyenas, crocodiles, dragons and rats, hauntingly real. Golden condors look down from the top of the throne, their eyes glowing red, a mist seeps

from their open beaks. Their talons seem to pulse with power.
The man is old, his torso leaning oddly forward, his gait is labored, and he drags his right foot slightly with each step. He is adorned in a finely tailored suit with full tales and a bright red tie.

Powerfully muscled men line both sides of the aisle, bristling with arms, clad in kevlar body armor, wired with ear buds, their eyes unseen behind dark glasses.
The man looks very tired, his brow seized in a perpetual frown.

His eyes are lifeless, but are riveted on the throne which beckons him forward. Grumblings echo in the darkened room of stone, with an occasional angry shout piercing the air. The people look angry and tired.Behind the throne stands a phalanx of grave looking nobles, clad in fine

suits with red cummerbunds, with matching gold eagle pins on their lapels, their eyes focused on the approaching All have arrogant smirks on their faces. This is the day for which they have been waiting a very long time. Nothing can spoil their plan now. They have beaten down the

people, robbed them of their wealth and their livelihoods, and they have an army to protect them now, who have taken an oath, not to the country, but to the man.
Everything is going according to the grand plan, hatched decades ago by a dozen stern faced men in a dark wood

paneled room, with ribbons of cigar smoke hanging in the still air. Some day, they vowed, we will control it all, and nobody will see us coming, till it is too late. Glasses were raised, rims clinked together, and each man in their hand-

tailored suits, sipped 100 year old brandy. A tall white haired man with a bronze tan barked out "To Us!" and they all shouted back in unison, and took another sip from their cut glass goblets, and set their insidious plan in motion.

One man watched the old wispy haired man amble toward the throne from a dark corner of the room, preparing to set his plan in action. Seconds ticked by. He felt his pulse throb in his temples. A bead of sweat formed above his right eyebrow. This is our last chance, he thought to

himself. And then all hell broke loose.

It started with three quick whistles. The guards stiffened at the sudden shrill sound, just long enough for loyalist freedom fighters within the guard ranks to pull their guns, jump behind the unsuspecting guard, and press the

barrels of their guns against their skulls.
People from within the crowds rushed forward, some to disarm the guards and bind their feet and hands, others swooped in to grab the men by the throne. One group of four raced to the man on the carpet, who was snapping

his head around in shock at the ensuing mayhem. There was shouting everywhere and short bursts of automatic gunfire. He felt strong hands grip both arms, a strip of tape slapped over his mouth, and the last thing he saw was a black hood come down over his face.

His legs were suddenly in the air, and he was whisked quickly out of the room.
Simultaneously, around the nation, Freedom Fighters made lightning strikes in the halls of power. Ranks of policemen were in on the plan, and within a matter of hours, it was all over.

The people had taken back the nation from a regime that had called off the election, declared martial law, shut down the courts, emptied the chambers of Congress, and declared Trump as Supreme Leader.
What they hadn't counted on was an undercurrent of

hatred for the man. Hundreds of thousands had perished, millions were suffering, whole families lost.
A private resistance formed on social media, which spread like wildfire around the globe, dedicated to removing Trump from power. Local groups were formed around the

nation, police ranks fell quickly in line, and the Armed Forces, outraged by the Russia funded bounty scheme, were easily convinced to turn against their illegitimate Commander in Chief.
Biden has been safely hidden away during the takeover, and the very next day he was broadcast

around the world, comforting Americans and foreign nations alike that there had been a successful transfer of power in America. Trump would no longer be wreaking havoc in the free world. Conspirators that had seized power illegally were now jail, and would answer for their

actions in due time, with due process, according to the rule of law. The Armed Forces were all loyal to the new administration, and all nuclear arms were safely under their control. The Republic had been saved from the jaws of authoritarian rule, and a web of corruption had

been exposed around the globe. The perpetrators were being arrested, and those who could not be were going to be heavily sanctioned pending UN resolutions pending at the time.
President Biden assured NATO nations, the WHO, the UN and other developing nations that the United

States was purged of the darkness of the past four years, and that they could expect our full support very quickly. He assured the world the the Pandemic Response Network would be quickly reestablished to keep another pandemic from racing around the globe.

He closed by saying that there will be a fully open, transparent accounting for all of the treasonous acts of corruption in the United States, and that the Hague would be trying international criminals associated in the corruption in the coming months.

Truth and freedom had prevailed. Goodness had prevailed over evil, and America was back on track to being the Shining City on the Hill it had been for hundreds of years.
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