Newt Goes To the Moon: Trailer One

There was commotion, frenzy; were people moving back and forth, children jumping up and down, hopscotch games, hoboes, almost all of those people armed. They mulled around the largest landing pad, the one that Earth dignitaries used when coming onto the moon. Women, men, people who identified as neither gender, children aping adults, all chattering:

"What will he do?"

"Will be bring us government?"

"Will he force Earth laws on us?"

"Will he force us to re-implement the Thirteenth Amendment?"

"He will DESTROY small business!"

"He will DESTROY moon culture!"

"He will DESTROY our families!"

"But he's a conservative!"

"Not conservative enough for MOON PEOPLE!"

Oh and the hours people had to wait! It felt like forever and an Earth day.

Amos stood next to Abraham, their second cousin Alcabadias stood behind them, their wives who went without names on account of their family's sacred custom in a betrothed-woman-pocket half a mile away, their children running wherever through the crowd. Amos, Abraham, and Alcabadias, like most of the men, cradled automatic weapons.

"The news aggregator told me he roughed up welfare and built more prisons than any of us could imagine," Alcabadias said.

"Oh, I'm sure he did all that. But a slick Earth politician is a slick Earth politician," Amos said, nervously locking and unlocking his trigger lock. "Earth is broken, and he helped make it that way."

And still the spaceship did not land.