Republicans Organize
“Are you going to keep silent while they steal this election right out from under us?” Richard asked Juan over a crystal tumbler filled with two fingers of top-shelf scotch. The drink wasn’t Juan’s favorite, but Richard said it was the ‘good stuff,’ and the meeting they were preparing for was important.
“What can I do?” Juan asked helplessly. “They’ve got all the power.”
Richard nodded. “You’re right,” he agreed. “They own the media and the courts. Hell, they’ve even got the FBI and CIA on their payroll.”
“So, it’s over…” Juan sniffed at his strong drink.
“Nothing’s over!” Richard barked. Juan, you’re a Spanish speaker, and you’ve got connections all over this community. We need you to go out there and help us generate support for the actions we’re going to take next.”
Juan eyed Richard suspiciously, “What kind of actions are you talking about? I don’t want any trouble.”
“Well, you’ve got trouble amigo,” Richard snorted. “We all do. If you think the last four years were bad, just wait until you see what comes next. Those bastards have the Presidency and both houses of Congress now. They’ll stack the courts next to silence the conservative Justices. They’re getting ready to pass legislation so horrible, you can’t even imagine. We’ve lost the nation.”
Juan sipped. The amber liquid burned, but not unpleasantly, “You still didn’t tell me what you’re gonna do.”
“We’re going to organize, Juan. Just like they did,” Richard leaned forward. “We know we can’t take them head-on now, but we can find their weaknesses and exploit them. We can march, protest, and do whatever it takes to fight back, because we’ve got nothing left to lose now.”