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With gratitude to Joe Haldeman. (Great book.) ---
A panting man is crouching in a dark corner under a stairwell with a puddle of sweat pooled around him-- wide-open, unblinking cherry red eyes are staring out from the shadows. He won't come out-- he flinches as each new sound gets closer and louder. His red power tie is in his mouth-- he can't chew his fingernails any more because they're already red and bleeding. For the first time in his miserable life he's all alone, and he finally realizes it. He's just another mortal man after all.
The building is full of teams of feds. They're two man teams-- one officer carries a too-bright flashlight and has his pistol holster unsnapped. The other team member has (and I REALLY like this part) a Taser in his hand. They're searching for the man hiding in the shadows-- there's a Federal Arrest Warrent in the supervisor's breast pocket. On it there's a place for a charge, and there's one word typed in that place: TREASON. The name on the warrant is GEORGE W. BUSH.
It's going to happen, Mister *bush. It's almost time. This country is in the process of standing up and taking itself back. We're going to take it all back away from you and those treasonous sons of bitches you express so much loyalty to. But you keep forgetting-- there is only a small handful of people on your side. There are almost three hundred MILLION of US.
I hope you rot in a jail cell for all the needless death and misery you've caused. You're certainly going to rot in hell.
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