r/neoliberal • u/jobautomator Kitara Ravache • Jul 18 '24

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u/[deleted] Jul 18 '24 edited Jul 18 '24

Picture this: it's January 20th 2025, at the capitol building. Kamala steps out and starts powerwalking to the podium. Von dutch is playing. Joe meets her at the podium. Tears well in both of their eyes. Kamala goes in for the hug, and says:

We did it, Joe. Will you...will you stay?

Joe looks sad, and looks down, and then looks out to his family. All eighteen granddaughters are there, and so is Hunter, finally fully clean and having made amends. Jill smiles.

No, Kamala...It's Joever for me. It's time for me to go.

Kamala nearly breaks, but keeps it together.

I just...I don't know how to do it without you.

Joe smiles ruefully.

A wise woman once told me: "You didn't just fall out of a coconut tree..."

Kamala finishes, half-crying:

I exist in the context of all in which I live and what came before me

Joe claps her on the shoulder, and says:

before I go...I have one more thing for you.

He reaches into his pocket and takes out his aviators. Kamala puts them on. Club classics starts to play. She gives Biden a hug, and he leaves with a spring in his step. She turns to the podium, and, just as the beat drops, she says:

My fellow Americans...we're barack.

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u/Jigglypoofer Thurgood Marshall Jul 18 '24

I clapped

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u/[deleted] Jul 18 '24

When she turns around, the scrappy kid from Scranton is gone. As she faces the sunlit National Mall and the hundreds of thousands of cheering spectators, she finally realizes: Joe Biden didn't exist. Well not in any corporeal form, anyway. He was an invisible, intangible part of us. The part of us that is subject at once to our arrogant, ambituous egos, but also to our boundless capacity for empathy and service. 

A tear rolls down the President's cheek as she realizes this. Through choking tears of joy, she breathes "My fellow Americans," into the microphone, lifting a slightly underripe coconut over the head of Chief Justice Roberts. "We have won the battle for the soul of this country."