Doolittlism

Agin Kwisaki was old. He had served the World Government for more than half his life and sometimes wished he hadn’t. He still hadn’t retired, after telling himself every year that now was the time to see the World he had helped govern. Of course there were perks that came with seniority, but right now he didn’t care for them. Elections were coming up, and even though he had one won them time and again, something felt odd this time. The smell of politics had changed and Agin wasn’t sure what that meant for him, an old geezer who had spent a lot of time in office.

Nova Sholaba smiled at the crowd, his crowd, and chuckled to himself. He raised his hands and they cheered even louder than before. He lowered his hands and they silenced, waiting to hear what he had to say. Nova had to admit to himself that it felt good to be up on the podium speaking.

“For too long have we let our animal cousins fear us. For too long we have abused Mother Earth!”

The crowd cheered, mixed of animal lovers of many types, all appreciated a politician who could speak for them.

“We, the Human population of Earth must cease treating Animals as pets and caged things for our own amusement, but as equals!”

A lone voice hissed, “They are inferior! What are you talking about?”

Nova sighed, there was always one who did not believe, “Sir, I am afraid you are in the wrong place. Security ...