The night the fascists won

It was the day of the election results. I was in the living room, scrolling through reddit, modding my sub. My wife was at her boyfriend’s house. MSNBC was on TV. The commercial break ends, and cuts to Rachel Maddow in the studio. ‘Trump won’ she said.

I gasped. How did this happen? Hillary was supposed to win. I looked outside. Water was flooding the streets. The cops were rounding up the Mexicans and Muslims, and flogging them on the streets. My neighbour’s cries could be heard.

I started running out of breath. I tried to reach out for my soylent bottle, but my arms weren’t long enough. I was hyperventilating. The cops entered my house. They asked me if I was hiding funko pops inside. I said I did not. I lied. They started firing shots at the floor. They opened the floorboard, and found my stash of funkos. I started crying. They handcuffed me, and put me in prison. I died of drug overdose.

That was the day, the fascists took over, and the world came to an end.


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