CSI: American Carnage (Tuesday, June 18, 2019)
BENEATH THE NM DESERT – Little Timmy, pup reporter, the Professor, and the small strike force have entered The Cyber through a sewage portal in the desert near Sunland NM. Timmy, a look of anguish on his face, is speaking with Sarah, his friend from the resistance pot luck. Timmy says, No, I can’t. I can’t read the transcript. There is just about anything I would do to help the country we know and love, but not that. Please. Please. I may have a wife and children to support some day, if we make it through this. Sarah looks at Timmy. She says, I am sympathetic. We all are. But we have to know the autocrat to defeat the autocrat. The transcript of these 30 hours with the diminutive teevee pundit is a roadmap – it is a verbal highway through the spongy landscape of the autocrat’s brain, full of its cul-de-sacs, moonscapes, dangerous back alleys, shifting dunes, tax havens, playgrounds and jungle gyms, thickets of kudzu and other invasive plants, shantytowns, garbage dumps, disintegrating apartment towers, and all the rest. Timmy says, Please, please. I have tried to read it. I know he says things like: We’re close to being very, very strong. We’re close to being stronger by far than ever before. I don’t care. I am out here in the desert. I want to help kids. I want to do what’s right. Sarah says, Timmy, Timmy, this is not simply a roadmap into the psychosis of the autocrat, it gives invaluable insight into his planning, such as it is, and his use of social media. Timmy says, He uses his twitter account to lay waste to us all and commandeer the news media. He says his tweets are aimed at taking control of information. He says, I put one out this morning. And as soon as I pressed the button, they said, We have breaking news. Every network, every station. We have breaking news. They read my tweet. Why is that bad? That’s what he said. Why is that bad? The tweet had no relationship to the real world. Oh my gosh! Sara says, If we know when the tweets are coming, we can take cover before they land. His tweets are like the V2 rocket bombs in London so many years ago. The screaming comes across the sky. And then nothing. Then the explosion. What’s that noise? Timmy cocks his ear. Incoming! Incoming! he shouts. Dive! Dive Dive! They all dive behind a rock as a molten projectile of PRESIDENTIAL HARRASSMENT!! shrieks past and explodes down the tunnel. Timmy slumps back against a boulder. Please, he says, I’m begging you. Please don’t make me read it. – Tuesday, June 18, 2019