I watched the process on the flickering screen in front of me, shrouded in the darkness of my room. The tightly closed blinds kept out the few rays of summertime sun that made it to my window. The darkness was comforting, as was the steel on my hip. I fingered the grip as I sipped on a glass of whisky, observing the events unfolding on the screen in front of me. The flags that flew were the same that I pledged my allegiance to, but the spirit of the event did not match my patriotic demeanor.

They will likely come for me, and those like me. I won't go quietly, though.

I'm a patriot. This is my country. No one will take it from me without a fight.