Chapter Eighteen
Charleston snatched the microphone and just stared at it until the room quieted. He liked the focus and the forced spectacle of doing nothing.
He said, “Picking up a mic today is a monumental responsibility, because America is such a f*****g mess. Right? It's a mess. You know it is.”
They seemed engaged, but no laughs.
“I mean, everyone's offended. Everyone's angry. Everyone's ignorant as pig s**t, fed a limitless smorgasbord of myths and fairy tales, anecdotes that apply to the tiniest set of a few people, but aren't universal. Well-financed fake movements, Astro-Turfers, and they push anything and everything, no matter how stupid or divorced from the real world. While the real problems become insurmountable around us.”
The crowd waited.
“Oh. And v****a!”
Some laug
