"This fat disorderly hick likely doesn't even realize his victory speech was littered with logical fallacies" the liberal savior thought to theyself. This last chance at judgement brought them an immense, smug satisfaction, a hearty reminder of all the witty tweets they'd posted, slamming prominent and unknown conservatives alike. Their pathetic clitty bulged against its cage, precum oozing with each imagined display of intellectual superiority.

The militia member was morbidly obese, his ICE tactical gear struggled to contain his greasy dough shaped mass. He barked, "Kneel down libcuck".

A sharp gust of wind brought a stinging chill out of the ditch, the pungent smell of earth inspiring their eternal liberal spirit. They assertively whispered "Guns should be more heavily regulated and require..."

A sharp crack echoed amongst the trees, their body made a heavy yet muffled thud as it hit the bottom of a makeshift trench that doubled as a latrine for the 'cosplaying' soldiers.

They went to capitalist heaven and spent eternity in a cubicle donated by AIPAC. In their spare time they wrote strongly worded letters to homosexual jesus protesting Epstein's placement on a yacht.