CSI: American Carnage (Sunday, June 21, 2020)
IN THE AIR OVER THE US – The cabin is silent but for the drone of the engines powering Air Force One over Texas. Donald sits alone looking out at the lights far below. Bill sits across from him. Donald points and says, There’s Austin, the head of the state where they love me. They love me in Austin, more than anyone, more than Davy Crockett, who, and nobody knows this, was born on a mountain top in Tennessee. King of the wild frontier, and born on a mountain top in Tennessee. That is something. Bill says, Yes, he was. Tennessee, greatest state in the Land of the Free. Donald turns livid. His face becomes red and his head puffs out like a tomato frog facing a teenager. God damn it! he explodes. Sonuvabitch! Bill looks up and raises his eyebrows. Donald says, It’s not god damn Tennessee! We are over Texas, Texas! I am the most popular president in Texas! Nobody even comes close. Donald falls silent again. The lights of Austin pass away far below, the drone of the plane settles in. Donald, still red, puffy like a stubbed toe, says quietly, We’re going to take Brad and string him up by his balls first thing. Stuff his dick in his mouth and run him up the flag pole. Bill takes his glasses off. He says, We’re gonna put the flag burners in jail. Oh, don’t worry about that. We’re laying it all out and rounding them all up. Brad says that Radical protesters, fueled by a week of apocalyptic media coverage, interfered with @realDonaldTrump supporters at the rally. They even blocked access to the metal detectors, preventing people from entering. Donald says, We’re gonna stick his fucking head on one of those sticks that the Jews used, and set it in front of the White House, okay. I don’t want to hear any wishy washy bullshit. Why haven’t you taken care of Berman in SDNY? I told you to get rid of him. Now I gotta get Joey to come down from AC. Jesus H. Christ. The simplest thing, getting rid of some idiot G-Man, and you can’t fucking do it. You are a disgrace. Maybe we ought to find a real Roy Cohn. Somebody with balls who can fuck up these cocksuckers. Donald is puffing up again. He is very red. He says, Maybe you can handle the punks with The Cyber, the ones that ordered all the fake tickets, the Koreans are behind it, the Koreans and the robo-call guy from the Wizard of Oz, Tic Tok. We are going to take care of business like it’s never been taken care of before. I want them all arrested. I want trials. These little punks with their dancing and their fake cell numbers, and the throwing of the urine bags, which is disgusting. We will not be made a fool of! Donald falls silent again. Bill placidly looks out the window. The cabin is quiet again but for the sound of the engines. The drone seems pregnant with the drones of the future. – Sunday, June 21, 2020