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August 21st, 2007. 25 Senators and 195 Representatives were marched in chains down a broad avenue in the capital city. A band played the St.Louie blues march, and parade watchers alternately threw smooth round stones and glass bottles at the penitents. Behind each one, a large muscular man with a cat o' nine tails whipped his subject if they lagged behind, or if they felt like it. They were being led to a massive gallows at the end of the broad avenue, to dangle at the end of a strong, greasy cable until they rotted down. It was a strange ending to an even stranger chain of events, which began when two nuclear devices, smuggled in across a porous border, detonated in two populous cities. There were more than 100,000 casualties, and at the same time, suicide bombers and terrorist attacks took place in over a hundred locations. The Government, reeling from it's own ineptitude, awkwardly sought to defuse the situation by proclaiming martial law and seizing all privately owned guns, in an effort to, as they put it,stop an overeaction to the bombings. It had the opposite effect. Home rule militias quickly formed, captured the terrorists, re-established order, and arrested the authorities sent to seize their guns. With confidence in the government vaporizing, popular support for it disappeared, and the militias formed committees to replace them. The border was defacto secured and a massive project began to build a system of walls and abatis, while the hunt for illegal aliens began in ernest. The capital soon belonged to the elected militia leaders, and the armed forces commanders swore allegiance to the re-constituted republic. After a short and swift trial, the miscreants who had for decades sought the disarmement of it's citizens now paraded with bloody feet to their skulking end. On the morrow, the high, if not supreme,judges from various and the national court would have their turn. There was little hope of clemency and none for appeal, or deal.
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Awwww... And here I thought Rosie O'Donnell was going to jail!
August 21st, 2007. 25 Senators and 195 Representatives were marched in chains down a broad avenue in the capital city. A band played the St.Louie blues march, and parade watchers alternately threw smooth round stones and glass bottles at the penitents. Behind each one, a large muscular man with a cat o' nine tails whipped his subject if they lagged behind, or if they felt like it. They were being led to a massive gallows at the end of the broad avenue, to dangle at the end of a strong, greasy cable until they rotted down. It was a strange ending to an even stranger chain of events, which began when two nuclear devices, smuggled in across a porous border, detonated in two populous cities. There were more than 100,000 casualties, and at the same time, suicide bombers and terrorist attacks took place in over a hundred locations. The Government, reeling from it's own ineptitude, awkwardly sought to defuse the situation by proclaiming martial law and seizing all privately owned guns, in an effort to, as they put it,stop an overeaction to the bombings. It had the opposite effect. Home rule militias quickly formed, captured the terrorists, re-established order, and arrested the authorities sent to seize their guns. With confidence in the government vaporizing, popular support for it disappeared, and the militias formed committees to replace them. The border was defacto secured and a massive project began to build a system of walls and abatis, while the hunt for illegal aliens began in ernest. The capital soon belonged to the elected militia leaders, and the armed forces commanders swore allegiance to the re-constituted republic. After a short and swift trial, the miscreants who had for decades sought the disarmement of it's citizens now paraded with bloody feet to their skulking end. On the morrow, the high, if not supreme,judges from various and the national court would have their turn. There was little hope of clemency and none for appeal, or deal.
Ahhh! A lovely story, Sean!
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