Illinois, Chicago.
The rain was pouring down...
Even heavier than when Yiping demanded her living expenses back in the day.
But on that famous Michigan Avenue, it's an intersection with heavy foot traffic, lined with shops and companies on both sides.
Holding coffee, the elites upstairs stood by the windows, curiously observing the stage set up below and the man passionately speaking on it.
"Mr. Donald Rumsfeld was assassinated by the Democratic Party two months ago! He died in the White House. What wrong did he commit to be treated this way..."
Wearing glasses, the 60-year-old Philz Rumsfeld shouted loudly, his face and body completely soaked, yet his voice remained high-pitched, "He merely loved this country, loved this society. He believed this country shouldn't be like this. Was he wrong?"
"What he did was precisely what a politician should do without losing patriotism or conscience!"
"Shameless!"
"The shameless Democratic Party indeed!!"
