November 9, 2028

As a Senator, Benedict has always been able to take his wife Susan out to dinner in Washington D.C. or Baltimore without any special precautions. Tonight he tries it as the President Elect.

As Benedict and Susan walk from their car to the entrance door of Merton’s Steakhouse, a group of radical LGBT activists jump out of a van and advance on the couple.

The group has been lobbying Congress for funding to set up a program in the public schools to educate American children about the “normalcy of abnormality.” They call the program, and the group, WOYA. meaning We’re Okay if You Are. as though mere consensus is the only thing at stake.

Says the leader,

“Mister Benedict, do you support the naturalness of gender non-conformity.”

Benedict replies,

“This is neither the time or place for questions. You need to wait till after my inauguration, and then approach me the normal way through the White House Press Corps.”

One of the males in the group says caustically,

“Oh, there’s that word normal again.”

A girl with pink hair, lifts her skirt and flashes her pik vagina at Susan, then giggles hysterically. Another girl produces a riding crop and starts loudly slicing the air. Now she comes right up to Susan.

“How’d you like a taste of this, Bitch?”

Benedict cuts in,

“All right, stop this right now.”

Benedict has activated a preconfigured police alert on his phone, and now four cruisers pull into the parking lot. There are cops with batons everywhere. Among them there are several pissed-off heterosexuals. The would-be assailants are allowed to leave, but three of the males find themselves mellowed by a good hard poke in the nuts when nobody is looking.