A liberation of sorts

The bloody body of the dictator was shown on television.
“Liberation!” said the headlines. “Everyone rejoice!”
People wanting to see the body went to the palace and joined a queue, and then were ushered into waiting rooms.
After a few minutes, they walked into a viewing room, where they saw a bloody corpse.
Some spat in his face. Others dropped their pants and pissed on him.
But there were a few than bowed.
They were taken off to another room.
Where they met the very-much-alive dictator.
He thanked them, handed them guns, and sent them after his less respectful visitors.