Handling a Crisis

Chapter Forty-Four: Changing a Mindset

IT'S 2021, PEOPLE! HOLY HECK, WE ACTUALLY MADE IT THROUGH THE YEAR!

How tf did we survive?

Well, anyways, enough stalling. Let's get on with the chapter, shall we?

Of course, life cannot always be so kind.

It was September eighteenth. America had gotten off work and was walking to the parking garage from his temporary office room when he received news about the death of Ruth Bader Ginsberg, the Associate Justice of the Supreme Court of the United States, due to pancreatic cancer complications at the age of 87.

What was so special about her? Well, she had been sworn in during Bill Clinton's presidency and was a strong advocate for gender equality and women's rights. Ginsberg had won several arguments before the Supreme Court. Some of the several impressive accomplishments Ginsberg achieved included getting state-funded schools to admit women, giving women the ability to sign a mortgage and have a bank account without a male-cosigner, and making strides toward closing the pay gap between genders.

America was hit with several emotions. He was still trying to get out of the mental funk he'd been put in due to NATO being comatose, and now he had this to deal with?

"This is complete and utter bullshit!" America hissed. He looked up at the ceiling, getting ready to spite whoever created him, be it God, an unnamed deity, or some bored author. "What the hell is it you want from me, huh? Tears? A fucking tantrum? For me to absolutely lose my shit? Because I'll do it! I'll fucking do it! Just watch me!"

"Uh, Merrrik? Arrre you alrrright?" he heard Russia ask.

America whipped his head around and saw the other country standing behind him. "No, I fucking hate life and want to smack whoever put me on this earth out of the fucking universe."

Russia nodded. "Alrrright, mood, but vhat got you to say zat?"

America sighed as he put away his phone. "Ruth Bader Ginsberg died today, which means that Trump is going to find someone to take her place as Associate Justice of the Supreme Court, and knowing him, he's going to find someone who is against what RBG stood for and is likely going to attempt to unravel everything she worked for and more." He pointed at Russia. "And no, this is not me trying to jinx it. I already know what the fuck Trump is going to do because he's a shitty, shitty insect stuck in a man's body, and I am willing to take his bag of golf clubs and shove it so far up his ass, he'll be coughing up golf balls and metal scrap for weeks."

Russia gave him a concerned look, but before he could say anything, America's phone started buzzing like crazy. America took his phone out of his pocket and saw that a bunch of people were atting him on Twitter, trying to get him to look at a tweet. Sighing, he opened up the app with Russia looking over his shoulder to see what all the fuss was about.

Donald J. Trump
@realDonaldTrump
Anyone saying that @TheOfficalAmerica won't vote for me is Fake News! America is a good friend of mine! Don't let the democrats trick you!!!

Russia had to quickly take America's phone so said country wouldn't throw it against the ground.

"Give it back, Russia!" America demanded. "I'm going to find a way to get back to the States so I can punt him through the window of the Oval Office!"

"I vill," Russia promised, "but only afterrr you take a few deep brrreaths."

America crossed his arms. "Really?"

"Just a few deep brrreaths, and ze phone is yourrrs. Easy enough, да?"

America huffed in annoyance, but did what Russia requested. A few deep breaths later, he seemed to have calmed down. Satisfied, Russia gave him his phone back.