All of my internet reading is directed by my readers who are all more internet-savvy than I, as evidence that they have found this website, which I am told is no small feat. Recently an Isrаeli reader was discussing urban life in America, a life from which he has removed himself in utmost disgust. He used the term Dindu when describing that sainted and oft martyred segment of the population which has suffered most at the hands of hate-filled capitalists and their burning of 153 Baltimore locations in April 2015. I wrote him back and inquired if he had just coined an ethnographic term that was a play on the name Hindu and poking fun at those people who are often moved to say, “But I din do nothin,’” as they stand at the scene of their most recently committed crime, seemingly bemused at the fact that the responding officer is not at all bemused as to the agent of this particular criminal act.

My friend informed me that Dindu is a commonly understood term among internet-savvy folk who are not endeared with those who din do nothin’. Having just finished Paleface Sunset, it seems to me that a nation should be named not according to its false ideals but according to the people for whom it exists. Rome was named for the Romans—not for the Greeks who toiled educating their brutish children, nor for the Germans who guarded the Roman head of state, nor for the Armenian dancing girls that diverted the lead-brained attention of the head of state [the Romans in retrospect did have a lot to recommend them, for instance, in ancient Rome, Kardashian girls were shackled to a bedpost and had zero influence on the formation of public opinion].

So, what does one name a nation that has lost its identity?

We can strike united from the hood ornament of the cab of state.

As for America, I’ve always resented being identified with a medieval charlatan who just happened to publicize the existence of that which had been in existence longer than his species.

Therefore, I shall henceforth refer to the nation that owns me according to that martyr people who are held in highest esteem by the functionaries who drive the cab of state.

Well, Paleface, its Monday morning, welcome to Dindustan.