Walk Softly

 

The election had gone without any difficulty.  A new president had been elected.

There was no fanfare. No commentary from the media for or against the new leader.  No argument over a rigged election.

The field of politicians seeking election was sparse.  Debates had been civil, and nobody made many promises.  They knew what would happen if those promises were not kept.  

This was a new beginning for the world.  The only saving grace was that once the people knew about those who were really responsible for all of their misery, the bloodshed had ended quickly.  

In the front lawn of the White House stood a working gallows.  It was no longer seen as a symbol of racism but was now a grim reminder of what could happen to leaders who betrayed their own people.  

Those who had gathered for the presidential inauguration were not cheery and had no smiles on their faces for their candidate who had won.  The crowd was noticeably smaller as many of the other politicians from the winning party were no longer around.  

The people had reached the end of their tolerance for lies.

The media was subdued regarding the event.  They remembered their peers who had been thrown into the war-torn countries prior to the election.

These propagandists had been given the Mark of Cain upon their foreheads.  No one was allowed to kill them, but they had to remain in these countries for years and find a way to survive.  These types had much to do with the carnage that surrounded them. 

There were no drug commercials anymore and most of the professional vaccine pushers and influencers were housed with the gender dysphoric as the schools had been converted to asylums for the insane.  

Most prisons were reserved for bureaucrats of the previous regimes.  

"There goes the new president walking into the White House," said a non-descript reporter who survived the purge.  "Let's hope he lasts longer than the last one."

The new president walked softly into office.