“You know what those rallies look like to me?” Jay said. “Like the first three minutes of a fantastic orgy. Bodies shifting, hands traveling, gazes leering—clothes are about to come off. Those people, they’re tired of their daytime lives. They’re tired of being browbeaten, of being on their best behavior. They’re ready to express their most beautiful, most brutal instincts. And they’re looking in awe at their dear leader, with their mouths open and their legs spread, waiting for him to overpower them, to fuck them into oblivion.”
