He marched into the Senate Chamber like he belonged there, the session already in progress, but no one paid him any heed at first until he was nearly
half way down the center aisle to the podium.
“Hey,” cried some junior Senator from Oregon, interrupted in the middle of a banal speech on why the Congress needed to fund a project to study
the mating habits of Pacific Manatees, “who the hell are you?”
“That one.” He replied matter-of-factly while pointing to a marble bust in the second-floor visitor’s gallery.
The Senator’s mouth hung open like some moronic carp while the oddly-dressed intruder walked resolutely up to the podium and shoved him, not
“Take a seat, your time limit is over.”
“Order! Order in the Senate Chamber!” Cried the Pro-Temp standing up behind the podium and pounding his gavel into the mahogany block.
“Shut up, you mackerel snapper!” Retorted the brazen interloper while snatching the gavel out of the Pro-Temp’s shocked hand and striking him a
violent blow in the ear which sent him sprawling. The Senate Sargent-at-Arms came charging towards him, fists raised, and was met with an equally
ferocious strike leaving him incapacitated. A sardonic grin crossed his lips as he mused that in his day, the Sergeant-at-Arms was a real
sergeant who carried a gun, not like this fopdoodle who came running at him barehanded. They may actually do this, he chuckled inwardly, as he dropped
the Senior Senator from New York who tried to pull him from the rostra.
“We gave you lumberworts independence and this is where you take it?” The gavel struck again and again to punctuate his declaration. “A bunch of
poltroons bickering over who will be the first to get their paymaster’s laws passed? You have permitted banking institutions to become more
dangerous than a standing army!” he cried as the gavel found the head of the Senate Majority Leader. “The People are beholden to interests not of
their own!” the shout reverberated in the Chamber as the gavel connected with the Senator from California, blasting her out of her heels.
“When in the course of human events,” he roared, “it becomes necessary for one people to beat the ever-loving bejeezus out of another,” the
gavel continued its bloody assault (I don’t think they can muster a super majority now
, he mused) “we hold these Truths to be
self-evident!” *wham* “That whenever any form of government,” *pow* “becomes destructive of these ends,” *crunch* “it is the right of the
People,” *splat* “to alter or to abolish it,” *smash* “and to institute a new government!”
The corpses were pilled like stove wood around him, yet they still pressed on, their political paradigm being challenged by one who laid the
groundwork of greatness so many years ago. Breathing heavily from his liberating exertions he thought it would be a noble death to fall here, in a
place erected to Liberty, Freedom and Equality, while those opposed to it fell like wheat before the scythe of patriotism.
They remaining Senators were preparing to make their final and overwhelming last charge when the doors of the Chamber burst open and in spilled a host
of men, fresh from the battle.
“Ho! Thomas!” cried one of them, the blood and hair-covered Mace of the House of Representatives being twirled casually in his hand. “Perchance
you could use our assistance?” he called with a slight bit of humor in his voice. “We cannot let history say you gave the People independence on
your own yet again
“John, George, James, Alexander! Aye!” he called in return. “Join me, Brothers. Give us liberty,” he said, standing erectly before the alter
of Freedom, and levelled the gavel at the traitors from his right hand. He finished with a hiss, “and give them death!”
It wasn’t the first time they had built a nation, he thought, standing with gavel poised to strike as he watched his compatriots charge into the
fray, and it might not be the last, but by God, they would certainly try and the Tree of Liberty would surely drink from the blood of Patriots today.
edit on 10-1-2017 by AugustusMasonicus because: Zazz 2020!