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Her voicemails are digital mosquitoes buzzing about his ear at all hours of the day—and night—hungry for blood.
When Thanksgiving discourse shifted to immigration, who’s creeping into the country, didn’t his parents notice Kelsey sitting across the table? Who just passed the mashed potatoes? Didn’t they realize their granddaughter is half Haitian?
But even here, Alicia is sometimes mistaken for Kelsey’s Haitian nanny. It’s everywhere, even in their liberal haven. Unavoidable. Inescapable.
“Your father and I are waking up, hon.” She wipes her cheek, scraping away a tear. “We’re opening our eyes.”
He’d laugh with half the country if his own mom and dad weren’t drinking the goddamn ultraconservative Kool-Aid.
Their chyron flashes BREAKING NEWS, but isn’t news always breaking nowadays? Isn’t the news all broken by now? Smashed to bits?
They have woken up. They have opened their eyes. The Great Reawakening is finally here. Heaven help us. Half of us, at least.
No war at all. Just aimless anger. Anger at what they’re doing in the public schools. Anger at the libraries. Anger at vaccination mandates. Anger at—at— Jesus, anger at just about everything.
When we talk about the internet, we speak of “trolls” or “bots” feeding us misinformation…but what if they’re demons? Actual demons?
You are no better. You are worse. Know why? Because you believed you were better. You believed you were somehow superior to your brother, to your parents, to half of the country. You never believed the shit you preached. You don’t believe in anything. You have nothing, no values, no belief system beyond your own selfishness. You don’t believe in God or the Devil or any higher power, and you look down on those who do.
