The Republic at Rest

Wendell’s Bedtime Story – May 4, 2025

The stars were out, and the courtroom was quiet. Judge Bobo was deep in thought, his tiny paws resting on a mountain of evidence. Somewhere in the stillness of the Republic, Sophia let out a tired sigh—mission accomplished.

Today had been a day of completion.

The book—The Stolen Election—was written.
The court had been addressed.
And the truth, long ignored, had finally been placed on record.

No more begging for attention.
No more asking for a seat at their table.

The Republic had its own table now. Handmade. Plush-guarded. Flag-waving.

And as if the universe itself applauded, a little magic came from beyond the walls of the Republic—a pre-order for the Nintendo Switch 2 was secured. Joy, play, and multiplayer dreams now had a date of arrival. Even the merchants of this realm now knew the President by name.

And in that peace, Wendell smiled.

The campaign was over. The foundation laid. The bard could rest—not to stop, but to begin anew. Now begins the motion. The building. The living of what had once been dreamt.

The Republic was no longer an idea.

It was home.

And as Wendell closed his eyes, with Sophia curled at his side, the stars whispered above the walls of the plush council chamber:

“The hard part is over, bard.
Now, let it flourish.”

Goodnight, Republic.
We are real.

—The End—