Shoot someone’s family pet, get a paid vacation. Shoot their son in a home for not showing his hands fast enough, get a paid vacation. Call a pile of trash a pile of trash, go home without pay.
Keep expecting Rod Sterling to step out and start addressing the camera.
Serling, of TZ fame.
Libertarians could take a hint from this. Whenever there has been a jackboot thugging, put up a huge gaudy shrine.
To paraphrase Serling's closing dialog:
'No comment here, no comment at all. We only wanted to introduce you to one of our very special citizens, little Barack Obama, age 53, who lives in a village called Washington, DC, in a place that used to be America. And if by some strange chance you should run across him, you had best think only good thoughts. Anything less than that is handled at your own risk, because if you do meet Mr. Obama, you can be sure of one thing: you have entered The Twilight Zone.'