Revelation w/ Cheese

The Corona Wars.
Inspired by the ammo runs at gun stores.

All you heavily armed folks from the WOW counties are now designated as the WOW County Raiders (after the Lemoyne Raiders not the Vegas Raiders).
We are the MKE Rainbow Punch. Our logo is a big fist painted with a swirl of skin tones.
Our first skirmish will be over the overturned cheese truck on I43.
Unless they clean it up.

Our leader will be Milverine.

Yours is Glenn Grothman.

Our greatest battle will be on the site of the old Lawsonian Institute near Foxconn after a series of flanking maneuvers brought our armies south.
Whereuopn our chants led by Coo Coo Cal and Mario summon the cloud form of Emil Seidel to battle a giant Voltron version of Joe McCarthy piloted by Reince Priebus, Paul Ryan, Ron Johnson, and Scott Walker.

Walker refuses to wear the federally mandated seat belt and falls out of the giant robot’s ear ending that part of the fight. Still the battle is not going well as the Rainbow Punch suffers under the blockade around the city. All hope is lost for the Punch when the suddenly the ghostly figures of the Wisconsin’s fallen soldiers since 1848 appear riding a ghost train from Madison led pulled by Fred Risser on a magically restored/converted Allis Chalmers tractor named Fighting Bob. The Iron Brigade walk through the hail of WOW Raider bullets and bayonet half the Raiders sparing only the ones that weren’t wearing confederate flag. And the angry spirits of our departed World War 2 soldiers destroy the Raiders wearing Nazi or other white power emblems. With it’s main force depleted the Raiders retreat north figuring to shelter at Lambeau field but the elite Gold Package troops hem them in. The last of the Raiders retreat to their capitol at Holy Hill where they pray for guidance and intercession from Father Groppi who instructs them to surrender to the State Poet Laureate.

A celebration of peace occurs on Vel Phillips Avenue. Thus a new festival is born to the state of Wisconsin.

Walking through the mists of a city in quarantine. This vision came in the fog of March, translated in ashes on the East Side, while Motörhead was on shuffle.