The large crowd parted for the man to take the mic, and he addressed the gathering of elected officials on stage. The officials were seated in a crescent of red chairs, open side toward the crowd, with a podium and mic setup to the far left. There was a peel of feedback and then the man spoke. “We’ve been at this Democratic Socialism thing for a while now and true, our lives have gotten better, true our planet is healthier but..It just don’t sit right!“ A ripple of murmured consent went up from the crowd. “How’re we supposed to know what's good for us all the time?” He continued, “ democracy is too hard, what we need is a boss to tell us what to do!” Shouts of enthusiastic agreement followed this and then came more shouts: “Yeah a boss!” Said one, “and make it a woman!” Said another. The crowd echoed its support. “That’s right we need a woman boss —a mommy!” Yelled the man with the mic and the crowd thundered approval. “Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!’ they chanted. On stage a male senator rose from his chair and took to the podium, “Now now, good citizens...” he said, “if we could all just calm—.” *Down* was surely to be the senators next word, but it was snatched cruelly away by the sudden thunderclap and explosion of plaster and wood, which poured forth from the ceiling ahead of a silver meteor that whistled down through the auditorium roof and smashed into the stage with a resounding crash. The room was shocked silent for a few moments, save for the light patter of raining debris and the protests of sensitive lungs. A smoking crater was now in center stage, and before the smoke could clear a silver blur shot out of the hole and quaked the stage with its landing. Quicker than a blink, the silver interloper was off and firing: pew-pew-pew! came it’s high-pitched metallic sneezes and along with each sneeze, blue light shot from its outstretched palm. Pew! A beam of light struck a fleeing senator in the thigh and then everything below his waist exploded into ash. Pew! another shot and everything above his shoulders was gone too. A quick-thinking senator took cover behind his chair, pew-pew! The first shot went wide and the flag it struck burst into flames. The second shot didn’t miss however, and the hole that went straight through the chair and the hiding senators forehead, was large enough to see the flames through. In seconds all of the singed and dismembered bodies of the senators lay scattered about the flaming stage. Smoke billowed and roiled while the silver interloper approached the podium. The crowd gasped as the interloper took off its helmet to reveal the face of a mature woman. She peered out at the crowd behind a pair of spectacles. She spoke into the mic. “My name is Liz Warren..” She said and pounded the podium with her gauntleted fist to punctuate each of her next words. “And I. Will. Be. Your. Mommy!” The crowd went wild.

Today’s topics include: Super Tuesday, Elizabeth Warren's Alchemical Armor, and Bye-Bye Chris Matthews!

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