J. “Papa” Findley kneeled before the chopping block and placed his neck upon it. People thronged the square in front of the old Carlysle Building. Though no one in these modern times knew how to be a headsman, there was no lack of applicants desiring the opportunity.
The most hated politician in history still yammered as the headsman raised his axe. “The DNA evidence is false!” he implored. “A worldwide conspiracy of scientists, it is!”
The crowd scoffed collectively. No one was stupid enough to believe such a childish lie. Everyone knew scientists couldn’t agree on anything long enough to form a conspiracy.
The axe swished and Findley’s head fell away. To everyone’s amazement Findley continued speaking. “You’re making a huge mistake!” Findley’s trousers billowed as he bellowed.
“There’s a real politician.,” shouted Hamish from the crowd. “He was talkin’ out his arse the whole time, and he still is!”
written for What Pegman Saw