CSI: American Carnage (Thursday, March 5, 2020)
BENEATH THE CENTRAL PLAINS – Far below the oozing mud of the vacant rain-drenched fields, below the clogged sewer systems choked with the carcasses of dead farm animals, below the empty Walmarts, all guarded by ex-farmers armed with 4-10 shotguns and switch blades, beneath the citizens coughing and collapsing in the middle of the fetid streets, the elder Dark One sits, not-quite alone, in the Memento Mori Mausoleum, a much-used exhibition space on the northern fringe of the vast Central Plains complex. Oh my brother, he says, you are so taciturn today. His brother, leathery, bony, immobile, lies at the far end of the hall with his usual desiccated smile, eye sockets filled with sand, arms crossed over deteriorating ribs, bones flaking away and falling into small heaps on the hard floor. His elder brother ponders the osseous display with deep affection. There is no sound of rats’ feet over broken glass in our dry cellar! he says. He gives a silent chuckle. Parts of his younger brother flake off and hit the floor with a whispering scud. My brother, the elder says at last, there is a disease rampant above and the servi are dropping one after the other. There are disruptions in our supply chain. The Oriental vassals have made a mess of things and not even their most stringent measures have contained the elusive bug. No, no. Don’t worry. The Gambler Showman, who continues to wildly wander about our buildings, has assured us that there will be no cases of infection in a day or two. He says, Don’t worry. He is telling the servi to go to work if they want. The Hoosier puppet is now in charge of the government response. He is praying on it with his task force. The Gambler Showman, of course, is protected by his Ring of Pastors. They shield him from all harm. Oh my brother! Father would be stunned at this turn! Disease is now advancing rapidly across some of our most productive land. It is, I can assure you, part of the postmortem Bolshevik plan, the effort to soften up the servi, feed them on a diet of despair, ravage their women, engorge on their children, drive the Great Men underground or into hiding, and then move in for the kill! My brother, it is an evil and insidious plot! But we are not unprepared. Many on our payroll have been working hard to enlist the aid of the one they call Biden, an amiable dolt who once facilitated our usury and credit-card operations. Very useful, full of chat. He will ensure the longevity of the Gambler Showman’s regime. The Nasty Professor has been dispatched, you’ll be pleased to know. All that remains is the elderly New Dealer who claims to be what he is not – much to our benefit. Oh it is a wonder how these situations always advance our agenda! — Thursday, March 5, 2020