“Ashcroft’s speech marked the start of a campaign-style offensive aimed at countering criticism from leading Democrats and civil liberties advocates about the Patriot Act. He plans a road trip Wednesday and Thursday, with remarks to law enforcement audiences in Philadelphia, Cleveland, Detroit and Des Moines, Iowa.”
- from CNN

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INT. DARKENED AUDITORIUM
[The crowd is hushed in anticipation. A few spotlights trace around the audience. Suddenly, a dramatic announcer’s voice is heard, accompanied by sustained low guitar notes and scattered drumbeats.]

ANNOUNCER: Once in every generation comes a man unafraid. Unafraid to protect our way of life. To drag our freedoms into the spotlight of Law, cuff them, and hold them there so that nobody can steal them. Tonight, we’ll meet this generation’s defender. Ladies and gentlemen…. John Ashcroft!

[The stage bursts into illumination, accompanied by fireworks and the peal of electric guitars. At center, we see Ashcroft, silhouetted against the display. The crowd roars.]

ASHCROFT: Are you ready to be rocked!? I can’t heeeeaaar you!

[The crowd goes nuts. Ashcroft comes forward, so that all can see the spangled lycra jumpsuit, the heavy eye makeup, the spiked hair.]

ASHCROFT (pointing to his headset): No, actually I can hear you just fine!

[The crowd howls with laughter and approval.]

ASHCROFT: And do you know why? Do. You. Know. WHY!!!??

[Huge heavy metal guitars and propulsive percussion as Ashcroft struts back and forth across the stage.]

ASHCROFT (singing): Baby listen to me, ‘cuz I’m listenin’ to you
My love’s so strong I gotta know about every thing you do
My love for you is growing, just watch as it enlarges
Oh I just wanna hold you babe, with no specific charges!

[More cheering. Ashcroft drops to his knees, thrusting and writhing in simulated ecstasy as he builds towards the chorus.]

ASHCROFT: Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Here it comes… (singing) Oh babe I wanna touch you with my-
Patriot Act! Can you feel it ’round you?
Patriot Act! Your arms and legs are bound, you feel my
Patriot Act! Can you feel the pride?
Patriot Act! I wanna come inside!

[Another explosion, and the music drops to a pulsating thrum as Ashcroft kneels, sweating, in front of the adoring throng.]
ASHCROFT (speaking in a passionate undertone): Oh baby, there are some who say what I want to do to you is wrong. But they don’t understand, girl. It’s a dangerous world out there, baby. And I just wanna keep you safe. I just wanna wrap you up in my love. I just wanna… I just wanna…

[The music swells again. Ashcroft rises, pumping one mail-clad fist in the air.]

ASHCROFT: I’ll always be there for you babe, you’ll never be alone.
I’ll listen to what you have to say, even when you’re on the phone.
I just wanna keep you babe, keep you just for me.
I’m reaching out right to ya babe, in seat 11-D.

[A spotlight hits seat 11-D, not far from the stage. The man illuminated there looks around in confusion as he is swarmed by several black uniformed law enforcement officials. They club him violently as the crowd cheers, then drag him off. The crowd roars its approval as the music begins to build again.]

ASHCROFT: Whoa! Looks like someone’s gonna get rocked tonight! And I don’t have to tell you a damn thing about it! You know why, babe? YOU KNOW WHY!? ‘Cuz tonight we’re gonna do it in my -
Patriot Act! Chains that feel like satin!
Patriot Act! You’re my enemy combatant, it’s my
Patriot Act! Come meet the new PD!
Patriot Act! Inside it we’re all FREE!!!

[Sweating, Ashcroft strikes an arena-pleasing pose. Heavily armored officers infiltrate the audience, dragging random audience members out of the screaming, dancing crowd. Ashcroft dives from the stage, and the throng passes him around as he body-surfs, an ecstatic expression on his face. Returning to the stage, someone presses a (probably terrorist) chicken into Ashcroft’s hands, and he obligingly bites its head off. Guitars wail…]