Category Archives: Protocol

Chapter 7. With this letter to Philip Dare I knew February was turning…

The laws in this city are clear­ly racist. All laws are racist. The law of grav­i­ty is racist. I am mak­ing this trip to Africa be­cause Washington is an in­ter­na­tion­al city, just like Tokyo, Nigeria or Israel. As may­or, I am an in­ter­na­tion­al sym­bol. Can you de­ny that to Africa? People have crit­i­cized me be­cause my se­cu­ri­ty de­tail is larg­er than the president’s. But you must ask your­self: are there more peo­ple who want to kill me than who want to kill the pres­i­dent? I can as­sure you there are. First, it was not a strip bar, it was an erot­ic club. And sec­ond, what can I say? I’m a night owl.

Prologue. Events No one can rightfully remember…

Deconstruction along the vines of high­er learn­ing has been well on its thorny way since Hermes took note of slim odds on per­son­al sur­vival in a God v. Man piss­ing con­test. Trying to keep up the an­cient façade was trou­bling enough, but when God quit talk­ing and hu­man­i­ty wouldn’t shut up, even the trees in the […]