A Visit From the FBI
Now that the FBI is a federal extension of the Democrat radicals, they are a laughingstock. Many call them jackboots, which is a reference to the boots the German army wore during World War 2. It’s a perfect reference because they are just like the Nazi criminals. Given all of the fodder, here is a fictional short story named “A Visit From the FBI.”
The Wake Up
There was a knock on my door at 5am. So, I got out of bed to answer the door. As I opened the door, two agents pulled a tee shirt over my head that said “I am a domestic terrorist.” A burly agent named TweedleDum told me that Biden said to round up every domestic terrorist. And, since I was wearing a tee shirt advertising it, then I must be a domestic terrorist.
TweedleDum handcuffed me and sat me in a chair in the kitchen. The agents joked and laughed while they made coffee and made pancakes. TweedleDum asked me where the syrup was, but I didn’t answer. So, he slapped me across the face with a pancake. When I still wouldn’t answer, so he forced pancakes in my mouth until I choked.
The Search
After they had breakfast, they began to search my house. Another agent named TweedleDee picked his favorite CDs and put them in a box saying they would make an excellent addition to his collection. They were taking a lot of things that didn’t seem relevant. Like my favorite drinking glass and my favorite mug.
Then an agent came downstairs wearing one of my wife’s dresses. He said that it fit him perfect. But, I’ll tell you that it didn’t fit him at all. He looked like a sausage. He was also carrying a box of my wife’s underwear. Thank God he wasn’t wearing any of them.
They just threw things around and dumped stuff on the floor. They cut open our furniture and took our laptops. And, they took our phones. But, not our mobile phones. We had a couple old rotary phones as decorations, and they were proud to snatch them.
The End
I asked them if they had a search warrant. Agent TweedleDee said he would go get it. When he presented it to me, it was written in crayon and said “We can do whatever we want.” It had a crayon picture of Merrick Garland smiling and pointing his finger at me.
Then, Agent TweedleDum told me they were arresting my cat. He said they had video evidence that my cat was at January 6th, and that the cat scratched a Capitol officer. I said that’s ridiculous and questioned how my cat would get there. He told me that my cat was part of a group named the “Claw Keepers”, and that he knew they all came together on foot (paw).
Then, they put my cat in little handcuffs and took him away. We were traumatized by the incident. They left me handcuffed to a chair when they left.
These people are FBI? This country is in trouble.
