I rode away with the gay hairdressers and made a quick stop at a beautiful park where people were playing with these adorable fluffy baby animals -- chicks, kittens, puppies, etc. I took a minute (away from fleeing for our lives) to cuddle a couple of very fluffy and cute kittens, and wept when we had to leave. [And yes, I am well aware that those weren't really fluffy baby animals. I hate my brain sometimes.]
At some point we were chased by the police and the road ran out and became grass, because no one had been maintaining it.
We arrived finally at a huge building that mostly housed a smithy, and which quickly became a center of resistance. Some fascist dude stopped by and tried to arrest me, whereupon I told him I wouldn't go quietly and pulled a butter knife on him. Things would have gone ill for me at that point, but this enormous fighter came up out of nowhere with a rather more sophisticated butter-knife-resembling-weapon and BISECTED the other guy with it.
At that point we knew that we were going to have a real resistance movement.
Later this other fascist guy came over for dinner and threatened us. I pulled my butter knife on him, and he pulled his. One of the gay hairdressers stepped in to ameliorate things and showed the fascist to the door.
The end.
tl;dr: Fascists took over the government; I set up a resistance movement with the help of two married gay hairdressers and a butter knife; and my brain inserts kittens where it really means babies, because it hates me.
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I realize now I do not fear death. I fear my daughter will not be free when I die.
- NR, #iranelection
- NR, #iranelection
interesting, but probably not.
