Springfield, Missouri, February, 2078, Saturday…

Harold Foley looked out over the crowd. He felt good. He was gaining on the incumbent in the last few weeks. It was nine months before the election, but in this day and age one had to start early. Especially going against an incumbent.

He held up his hands to quiet the crowd down.

"My friends, we are Middle America. We are often overlooked as politicians from the east and west coasts plan to take this nation down dangerous roads that are better not traveled on. East coast or west, the extremes of our parties do not represent Middle America. Middle America is in the middle, geographically and politically. We are the voice of reason in national and global politics. I am not a radical and you are not radicals, although my opponent would paint me as one and try to pretend that Middle America is as radical as he is. He has joined those California and New York politicos; he has partaken in the communion of radical policies that do us no good."

There were bravos, hoorays, and cheers at that, some started by his own campaign people, of course.

That's a nice touch. Joe Osborn is about as radical as Santa Claus, but if I say it enough times, he becomes the radical. He had come down hard on that theme in recent weeks and it seemed to be paying off. Osborn had some recent votes that a lot of constituents didn't like. Osborn's other mistake was attacking Foley about his pro-choice positions. There were strong opinions about both sides of that issue in their district, but many were also weary of it being a political issue. Only two days before a mall just a few kilometers from where he was speaking had been attacked by members of Bravo Islam. Foley was the stronger law and order candidate.

There was definitely a desire for change in the air and Foley felt it. Again he looked out over the crowd and held up his hands.

"We owe our allegiance to God and country, not political fat cats like my opponent -" Foley stopped with the sudden pain in his chest. Surprise on his face, he looked down at his starched white shirt and saw the red flower blossoming around his heart. The surprise turned into a black tunnel his mind went down as he slumped to the floor. He was dead before they got to him.

That night one of the local TV stations received an e-mail. It was from Mundo Domini taking responsibility for eliminating yet another rabid pro-choice politician.