Strange Senator Milford
Nov 27, 2022 17:52:08 GMT -5
Post by Radrook Admin on Nov 27, 2022 17:52:08 GMT -5
Strange Senator Milford
By Radrook
By Radrook
Funny how the true nature of a person can suddenly be revealed because of a sequence of unforeseen events-isn’t it? This applies as well to a Senator I will refer to as Senator Milford, a tall, lanky, American old man of North European general appearance, who had a hidden aspect of his life very much under control until that fateful day described below.
Senator Milford had always been a rather quiet and unassuming senior-citizen who had supported Trump wholeheartedly since his inception as President. However, having recently decided that Trump’s accusations of voter-Fraud were un-American he joined the Democrats in their denial of voter-fraud and condemnations.
As chance, or perhaps duty, would have it, he was there in session to approve Biden’s election as president while Trump was nearby condemning the whole thing as fraud and urging his supporters to take action. So encouraged into a self-righteous frenzy, Trump supporters decided to take matters into their own hands via storming the capitol building and stopping what they considered unethical efforts to legitimize a stolen election.
Once the surging crowd of politically-disgruntled people had overwhelmed security and gained entrance, they found their access to the senate room itself, where the senators were in session, blocked by a massive mahogany door. Making a makeshift battering ram from a long heavy table, they began slamming against it in rhythm with the yelps of a security guard who was being beaten with a pole still attached to the American flag.
Those two sounds in combination with the high-pitched yelping of an assailed security guard who had been pressed up against a wall by the crowd, and the resonation of the battering ram against wood, reinforced with shouted threats of”:
“We are going to get you Pelosi! Where O where are you?" as well as “Where is Pence? We want Pence!” buttressed by the televised sight of trees being zealously prepared on the Capitol lawn in order to unceremoniously string them all up, caused the senators that had been in session to panic.
Those few security guards in charge of their safety had told them to take cover under their seats. Some did take cover under their seats. However, Senator Milford, who had not been directly threatened even though considered a traitor to the Republican cause, chose to hide under a heavy table near the Senate podium.
It offered a deeply shadowed area and seemed far safer to Senator Milford than ensconcing himself under a mere seat. Besides, he had always felt a strong inclination to dwell in hidden shadowy places. So he hid there and that’s when he began to feel the physical transformation he had always experienced while under severe stress and which he had learned to accept it as normal. After all, it was always only temporary, and he knew that he would be OK after things calmed down a bit.
Eventually the commotion did gradually subside, and senators began to emerging nervously, and very visibly shaken from their hiding places. All except for old senator Milford of course. Recovery from his unique condition was taking far more time than usual despite his furious effort to accelerate it via sheer willpower. That’s when this young whippersnapper junior member of Congress, Andre Salazar, a Mexican American of Mestizo physical appearance resembling the actor Eric Estrada, noticed him and went over to see what was wrong, and if he could be of any assistance.
“Senator Milford! Senator Milford Sir?" Salazar asked sheepishly in a Mexican American accent, while trying to sound as respectful as possible. Not receiving an immediate answer, he lowered himself to one knee, and peered into the semi-darkness in order to get a better look and to make sure that Senator Milford was OK.
His eyes were taking some time to adjust, so he really couldn’t make out any specific details. So he decided to reach out carefully and tentatively. Having found Milford, he began repeatedly tapped on his narrow, bony, shoulders in order to get his attention. No response would mean that he had blacked out, or perhaps had a mild or serious stroke or a heart attack and needed immediate medical help.
He finally noticed that Milford was in the same crouched position he had assumed as soon as the battering ram had seemed on the verge of breaking through. He also noted a rather swamp-like aroma emerging from under the desk but chose to attribute it to his imagination.
“Senator, please, sir!” Salazar said. “They are all gone now. Security has everything now fully under control sir. No need to stay under the table!" Salazar smiled broadly displaying his pearly white teeth that everyone thought were natural but were actually full dentures.
Strange how Salazar could only detect two eyes intently staring back at him from under the table. Weird since the senator’s entire face should also have been visible especially since he was of a extremely light skin complexion. So leaning closer, the junior member of Congress took a better look and immediately recoiled in horror.
"Sir are you alright!" he almost shouted. There was an ominous silence as if Senator Milford were reluctant to engage him or anyone else in any type of conversation for some mysterious reason. But finally:
“Öf course I am alright! I got away from those maniacs, didn’t I? “
"True sir but, but your face!"
"What about my face?"
"Well sir with all due respect, but why can I only see your eyes?"
"Well, son, for me that’s usually the case under such circumstances?"
“What exactly do you mean, sir?" the junior member of Congress asked in a quavering pleading voice which betrayed the enormous effort he was making not to bolt away in panic.
“I meant exactly what I just said, that this is quite normal in my particular case under such harrowing situations.”
Noticing Salazar’s tense silence he quickly added:
“No need for hysterics. I will be alright in just a few moments as the musculature relaxes, and the hormones inducing this reaction diminish. OK?"
"But what exactly is wrong with you sir? Are you in need of immediate medical attention?"
"What are you? Politically moronic? I just said that this is perfectly normal in my case and there is absolutely no need for hysterics. Or are you hard of hearing as well? Eh?"
"But your head just retracted completely into your upper torso sir. As if, as if you were some kind of a turtle!"
"That's right!” Senator Milford shot back in an angered tone of voice and his eyes began shifting from side to side as if he were either tempted to retract his skull even further, or else struggling to prevent any further involuntary retraction.
"This is a condition I have suffered from since a boy! So let's just drop it, alright? Don't you have anything else to do?"
“ Madre de dios! [Mother of God!] Have you ever sought any medical attention for this, sir?"
"Dag nabbit! Are you deaf? I just told you this shit is perfectly normal for me!"
“Well excuse me sir, but this is the first time I meet a human being with that head retracting turtle ability anomaly! So to me, that is simply humanly impossible."
After a prolonged silence and heavy breathing, Milford finally responded:
"But now you know that you are wrong. Right? That despite your profound stupidity, it is indeed humanly possible. For any normal human being, that should be enough to drop it and to go about your petty insignificant business, instead of hanging around wasting time harassing me."
“Sorry sir. I was only trying-"
"Trying to help?"
“Yes sir trying to help since I thought you might need it!"
"No help needed! So scram! OK? Scram! Happy now?"
The junior member of Congress stood there for a long while trying to decide whether to heed the senior senator's request and scram, or ignore it and go for help anyway. After all, during their entire conversation, the Senator's head had retracted deeper into his body, and his beady eyes were barely visible now. Also, his squeaky voice had become almost inaudible, and he had retreated further under the table.
"So what the hell are you waiting for! Get the hell outer here! Ya hear!"
"Should I fetch Speaker of the House Pelosi?"
"You bring nosey Nancy Pelosi into this and I'll murderlize ya. Yah hear? I'll murdelize ya!"
Whereupon Salazar did as requested, and Milford’s head immediately and spontaneously assumed its normal human anatomical position as a consequence and he was soon seen milling around with the others as if nothing unusual had happened.