Sublime

One type of foe that became identified was the False Flag, a poorly disguised progressive who, say, suggests flooding an enemy’s Twitter account in order to cause psychological stress.

They remind me of the old Vegas loan shark method of beating someone with a bag of oranges, because it leaves no outer bruises.

“Touch me and I swear to the gods, I’ll cut your fucking hands off and let the quadrant sort you out in the next round of challenges, Dain Aetos.”

Perhaps I might experiment with a little violence.

While surveys show the willingness to use violence has risen about equally on both sides, a much larger share of the actual rise in violence has been by red-zone partisans, many of them affiliated with self-designated “militia” movements.

The fat man, though, was still staring at the spot where the ball gone into the trees, like he was offering it one last chance to give itself up and come out, and then without any warning he wheeled around and sent the club in there too, a sound vomiting up out of him that wasn’t in any Reader’s Digest, or any dictionary, that didn’t have letters t