This morning, at about 5 a.m., Butch called me, told me that about ten cops had been shot down in Dallas by Dindus, and was then outraged that the president was not doing his job of unifying the American people. Butch just wanted to vent, so I tried to sooth his nerves:
“Butch, your leader—my warden—is doing his job. His job is to divide the American people.”
A stream of expletives poured over the air ways. When he caught his breath, I assured him that his Caliph was adhering to the Faith:
“Butch, when a nation is on the rise a head-of-state who unifies the state’s social components toward the same goal, is desirable. However a state in decline must be served by a figurehead who knows how to—and acts on this knowledge—to keep the various classes, races and faiths at each other’s throats in order to preserve the hegemony of his class/race/faith.”
I would like to be able to say I heard the click of his phone snapping shut, but it was just the deafening sound of silence that brought serenity back to my morning.
Thriving in Bad Places
