“This culture void.” The Martyr says. “This fake economy.”
“Jesus Fucking Christ.” The Advocate says.
“Field of Dreams, you hear?—Joe says.” The Narrator says.
“That’s 20 miles east of Columbus.” The Historian says.
“A bunch more factories in Ohio.” The Narrator says.
“God.” The Advocate says. “This Hell.”
“Rebirth of pride, Joe says.” The Narrator says.
“Yeah right, more like Birth of a Nation.” The Advocate says.
“Yo, this Amerika never existed and never will—it’s always been an ego trip, this, idea,
but never actually realized.” The Martyr says.
“I want to die.” The Student says.
“No, Joe.” The Narrator says.
“Rust Belt can’t simply just stop being Rust Belt—that’s what it is, Joe.” The Historian
says.
“My God.” The Student says.
“Don’t you know?” The Narrator says.
“I am so unmoved except to anger.” The Martyr says.
“Rage.” The Student says.
“Disgust.” The Advocate says.
“Not even disappointment. Because to be disappointed means you believed in something
in the first place—something good.” The Martyr says. “And I was let down a long time ago. I
couldn’t tell you when, probably somewhere along the war on terror.”
“Or drugs.” The Student says.
“Or the culture wars.” The Historian says.
“Or what they did to something I did believe in.” The Martyr says.
“Twice.” The Historian says.
“Jesus—I could go on.” The Martyr says.
“All the old decrepit motherfuckers. Out of touch and tone deaf as hell.” The Martyr says.
“Just a minute ago, they were chanting USA! USA! USA! like high school boys.” The
Student says.
“I hate all of these people.” The Martyr says. “They make me sick.”
“Deficit, Joe says deficit.” The Narrator says.
“Christ.” The Student says.
“Joe says, I’m a Cap*tal*st. Yeah, and a proud one, he adds.” The Narrator says.
“I want to die.” The Student says.
“Buddy! Joe says.” The Narrator says.
“Nothing is sacred in this country.” The Martyr says.
“Responsibility, Joe says.” The Narrator says.
“The State of THIS Union? The worst it’s ever been…” The Historian says.
“We all hate all these people.” The Martyr says. “And there is no one there to unite us all
as to why.”
“Being an American is ruining my life.” The Student says
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