Brevet-Captain Special Agent Walter Mitty strode out onto the pitching deck of the crack FBI frigate USS #JusticeforTrayvon.
He maintained his perfect balance without visible effort. “Look at the Captain,” said one of the hands huddled for shelter in a lee. “Gar, but he has sealegs like no one I’ve ever seen.” “Yes,” his grizzled companion replied, “and look at him out in the cold and the blast o’ the sea without turning a hair.” After only a few days as their skipper, Mitty had already won the admiration and affection of even the saltiest sea dogs among the crew.
Mitty’s keen eyes surveyed the horizon, looking for any sign of Syrian submarines or Tea Party torpedo boats. It was a tough duty against a treacherous foe, but Mitty was up to the task. No enemy of progress would prevail while he was on the job.
“Skipper,” he heard a plaintive voice say. “Skipper, what’s it all for? What’s it about?” Mitty looked down into the trusting face of a young cissexual white male. The boy trembled with confusion. “Why are we here? I just don’t understand.”
“It’s all right, son,” Mitty replied. He put his arm around the boy. He called out to the others on deck. “Gather around,” he said. Suddenly his voice snapped with an inborn tone of command. “Gather around!”
He looked around at the upturned faces. “Some of you may wonder why we fight. You get discouraged. That’s only natural.” His words were low but piercing. “Out here on the long blockade, you can forget about things like freedom. The freedom of an IRS agent to audit the enemies of democracy. The freedom of a Christian cakemaking family to be hounded out of business. The freedom for a photographer to take pictures despite the shackles her religion and her will place on her mind. The freedom for five wise lawyers to interpret a hundred-year old document in a way that makes voting safe and regulated. That’s why we fight, men, women, and other. We fight for freedom. We fight for America. Yes, we can!”
“Yes, we can,” the boy whispered, choked with emotion.
Walter Mitty, the Inspirational, had done his job.