THE FEDERAL RESERVE BUILDING. NEW YORK CITY.
Buildings are on fire everywhere. Smoke and ash cover the air like a thick fog. Cars litter the streets, abandoned. At four-way intersections, the former President's army has set up temporary internment camps made up of ten foot chain link fences containing crowds of people. Off to the side is a make shift gallows where people are randomly selected out of the fence to be immediately tried and judged. The soldiers wear black masks and their uniforms contain skulls similar to the symbol worn by the Punisher. Inside the Federal Reserve, Nuke is growing increasingly agitated.
Nuke: Last chance, Secretary. We need the codes to the vault downstairs. Comply or die.
Secretary: I don't have them! I have told you this numerous times! I don't control any of this and wouldn't know who has been assigned to its security! Is that what all this is about? To steal money?!
Nuke backslaps the Secretary and she flies across the room crashing into the wall.
Nuke: You have it backwards! We're stealing it back! Traitors like you sold out America to China. Allowed them to take possession of our money on American soil! Imagine a country allowing a foreign enemy to hold THEIR money in THEIR country! It's unthinkable! We're not stealing this money from any American. We're taking it back from China!
Nuke points then barrel of his rifle downward toward the Secretary.
Nuke: Now. Give it to me!
The Secretary lowers her head and shakes in defeat. She starts to weep and quietly whimpers under her breath.
Secretary: I can't give you something I don't have.
Nuke: Fine.
Nuke grabs the Secretary by her hair and drags her to the window. He raises his rifle and fires. Glass shards spray everywhere. He then holds the Secretary out of the window, many floors above the ground. Behind Nuke, a soldier cautiously interjects.
Soldier: Mr. Nuke? I thought the President ordered us just to rough up the Secretary a bit?
Nuke stares down the soldier. His eyes are glowing yellow. A grin is on his face.
Nuke: He did and this is how we play it rough.
Nuke releases the Secretary and she plummets many floors to her death. Screams are heard on the ground as she makes impact.
Many blocks south a massive explosion is heard. A van has exploded at the base of the 30 Rockefeller building. The building trembles and starts to collapse. Smoke and dust billow out like a mushroom cloud covering the area. The muffled screams of individuals trapped inside are briefly heard before the building falls in upon itself. Nuke touches his earpiece, receiving the report of the building's collapse. He closes his eyes and raises his head upwards.
Nuke: A moment of praise, my brothers. The satanic temple of MSNBC has just fallen. Praise the Lord.
Hovering high above the rubble of the building, a helicopter transmits the images of destruction to the Fox News channel. The camera switches over to Tucker Karlson, who is flanked by two of the former President's soldiers standing over him. Karlson's eyes and mouth are opened wide. It is silent for about 5-10 seconds until one of the soldiers nudges him.
TK: Okay…okay! Just gimme a second.
Karlson closes his eyes, takes a deep breath and holds out his hands in front of him as if to steady himself.
TK: My fellow Americans. I don't think anyone likes the images that we are seeing. I don't think anyone is happy with this outcome. But, ask yourself, "Was any other outcome possible?" What we are seeing is the beginnings of a revolution…and revolutions are messy. People get hurt…sometimes people die. I have tried to communicate this reality in this show for years now. I knew this would eventually come and was hoping that the Liberals would come to their senses in order to save themselves from it. But with everything in life, you give people chances and let them make the choice as to which path they will take. Obviously, Liberals decided to continue on their path of godlessness and corruption…and this…all of this is the response to those decisions. They have brought this on their selves. Our thoughts and prayers go out to everyone right now in this transformational moment in our country's history, but know this: this could have been avoided.
Karlson lowers his head and touches his ear piece.
TK: Now? Ok. Everyone, we are going to pan over to Miami, Florida where the former President is about to give a speech.
An image of the former President pops on the screen. He is standing at a podium with a small army of soldiers behind him. Below and in front of him is a sea of followers, probably a couple thousand. The former President's trademarked grin is beaming.
FP: I know many of you are hurting right now. Some of you have questions. Some of you are confused with what you are seeing. But you are not confused with what you have experienced. What you have witnessed and observed, as have I, over the decades. This hasn't been America in a long time. It was taken from you years ago Taken by those who don't believe in this dream. By those who don't understand that this is a God-fearing country founded upon the principles and values of the Bible. Today is the day we take it back!
The crowd erupts. Confederate flags are raised everywhere in the crowd.
FP: But let's be clear: while I, and we, may not necessarily condone the actions currently underway in New York, we empathize with the anger. We understand WHY it is happening. And in many ways, why it MUST happen. Most of you own businesses and know that firing people is not fun. You don't want to do it, but sometimes it must be done in order to be successful. Most of you have children and sometimes they must be punished in order to learn right from wrong. None of us enjoy what is going on right now, but we have to understand that it was unavoidable because of what the Democrats have turned this country into.
The crowd is eerily silent, almost as if they are under a trance.
FP: What happens when you take away Democracy from a people? When you tax them to the point of poverty? When you give all their hard-earned money to those who refuse to work? When you threaten to take away their guns, remove their God? Eventually those people get fed up. Eventually they get mad. Angry. And…that…anger…is…righteous!
The crowd erupts again. Spit and saliva stream out of the mouths of followers who have become rabid listening to the former President's words.
Follower: You are God's prophet! He delivered you to us!
FP: They are baby killers! Child rapists! They are perverse! They are godless! They believe in nothing and hate America! They hate you…and yet, they call YOU deplorable! They call YOU racist! And why? Because they want to silence you. They want to shut you up. They don't want to hear your opinions or questions because it forces them to confront some pretty inconvenient blind spots. And boy do they have blind spots!
Crowd: Q! Q! Q!
The crowd begins stomping their feet. It sounds like a stampede. Guns and rifles are raised high throughout the crowd. They are howling, screeching almost as if in a moment of catharsis. The former President raises his arms to wave the crowd down. His trademarked grin embraces them as if he is absorbing their energy. He raises his arms wide.
FP: Y'know, we can be honest now, can't we? No more of worrying about which Liberal network is going to spin your words…because they don't exist anymore! We can finally be honest with each other, right? So, I'm going to ask you a very common-sense question. I'm sure some of you have asked it yourself.
The former President pauses. His head tilts down slightly. He stares down into the crowd almost as if he is staring through them. His eyes have an honest seriousness about them that is calm, direct and ruthless.
FP: It has been over 150 years since the civil war ended…do you ever wonder when these people are going to get it together? What's it gonna take? I mean, really!
The former President shrugs his shoulders as if the answer is self-evident. The crowd goes absolutely bonkers. People are hugging, weeping, throwing high fives and chest bumping. Nothing can be heard amongst their roar.
Follower: Thank you, Jesus!
FP: It's a perfectly reasonable question, but these are the types of questions that get you black-balled! Get you canceled! And a lot of very fine people have asked this over the years. You either want freedom or you don't. And if you free a group of people and they never take advantage of it, you have to wonder if they ever wanted it in the first place. Am I right?!
Racial epithets are heard everywhere. The former President nods in admiration.
FP: This is why you can't reason with Democrats because they don't believe in free speech. They prefer censorship! Ultimately, THEY'RE the racists because they want to keep those people and everyone else enslaved to their party for eternity. That's what the Democrats want: slavery. They want everyone to be enslaved. They don't want reasoned debate or logical questions. They want you to follow in lock step with their agenda!
The former President raises his arms again to calm down the crowd. He leans into his mic. His voice drops.
FB: They are an enemy. Traitors. Pure evil!
The crowd reacts like an angry pack of dogs. The screaming and rage have become visceral, animalistic. The former President allows the wrath to foment for about half a minute. He is stoic, unemotional amongst the chaos.
FB: Alright, alright. Settle down you deplorables!
The crowd laughs.
FB: I want you to listen closely. I know our country is hurting right now. The economy is gone. No one is working. The stock exchange has shut down. I'm feeling it too. I have lost millions. But you have to be strong. If you hear only one thing today, this is it. You have to be strong. Only strength matters. That is why every person here is a winner. It's because you're strong…and only the strong survive. You must be strong now in order to do what must be done and to understand why what must be done has to be done. I alone can stop this carnage, but I can't do it without your support. We are the true Americans. THIS is the true America. God bless you and God bless the United States.
The former President walks off stage, but is greeted by three officers in his security detail. One of the officers leans over and whispers into the former President's ear. The former President scoffs.
FB: The Moon is what? Pfft! Fake news.
The officer leans in again. The former President begins to laugh.
FB: Who told you this?
The officer leans in one last time. The former President's face goes white.
FB: Who did this? How much time do we have?
Suddenly the day turns into night. Everything is dark. The crowd goes silent.
Follower: It must be an eclipse!
The former President looks up and sees massive flaming asteroids raining down from the sky. Their sheer volume blots out the sun. The former President angrily gets in the face of the security officer
FP: Get me on the phone to Doom immediately!
Before the officer can move an ear-piercing shriek is heard from behind the array of asteroids. The shriek is part human, part monster with a tone that is a combination of rage and insanity. It sounds uncontrollable. The former President's mouth slowly drops as he realizes he has been played…and there is no escape.