At the Peoples’ Centenary Rally, I and fifty thousand others saw our beloved leader shot, the blood and brains exploding from his head. We all screamed and tried to run from the stadium, people dying, trampled underfoot.
There was no mention of the assassination on the news that night, nor over the next few days. Then our beloved leader appeared on television, saying that traitors had been arrested for plotting to kill him. He smiled and said he would always be safe among his loving, faithful people.
He did seem a little different to me, but still, he’s our beloved leader.