As it happened, Thursday, March 27, 2008, was an uneventful day in the course of so many astonishing events. Baker and Oetting were at the St. Kitts O.U.T.R.A.G.E. headquarters at sunrise, after sleeping off their celebratory evening at St. Timothy's Beach Resort, across from the Shiggity Shack, which had been the scene of their drunken decadence. The work at O.U.T.R.A.G.E. headquarters couldn't stop just because two members took a "breather".
On Election Day, March 4, 2008, voters had voted in favor of all twenty-five resolutions that had been introduced since January 23. Each resolution had been written into formal, legal language before the election. Voters had seen final drafts before they voted. Each resolution had ended with the same tagline, specifying that it would not become "official" law until after the November elections. Only at that time would there be a newly-elected U.S. Congress, a newly-elected U.S. President and Vice-President, and newly-appointed cabinet members and assorted government bureaucracies. In this interim period, there was, quite frankly, no real government. The country was pretty much running itself, thanks in large part to state and local authorities who had assumed responsibilities for much of the work previously performed by the federal government. While the danger of a hostile takeover was always a possibility, it was not imminent. Outside nations seemed to recognize that the United States was not vulnerable; while the ship might be rudderless for the time being, it was being masterfully steered through turbulent waters with the help of its citizens.
Millions of people had died. Millions more were injured. Millions more were emotionally scarred for life. Yet a strange force seemed to be pulling everyone together, as if everyone understood this severe strike to America's psyche was a setback, not a death blow. Suddenly, Britney Spears' love life, the bitter ongoing battle between Tom Cruise and Paramount Studios, and the marriage of Jennifer Aniston to Brad Pitt were inconsequential. Suddenly, the kind of house one lived in, or the kind of car one drove, or the value of one's portfolio seemed insignificant. Suddenly, the color of one's skin, one's religious or sexual persuasion, or one's position within the community was not important. What was important was the rebuilding and rebirth of a nation. Clearing away the debris, healing the injured, recovering and burying the dead were priorities. Never before since the days of the American Revolution had the country's national spirit and resolve been better tested. The 'Rebellion of '08' had brought Americans together for a common goal; implementing that goal would take time, courage, unity, and love.