Camera One “Am I going to have to go to every town where a black guy dies?” Donald wondered aloud in...

  Monday Morning “Charlotte,” the hat snarled. “A shitty city in a shitty state. Why did we have to have...

  “Yeah, Post Office, take it. Uh, yeah, take it. Tell me how big it is, yeah,” the hat growled, hunched...

When Donald, tipped back in his office chair, buried under reports he refused to read and a forefinger stiff...

“I gots the DEMON DNA in me!’ Donald screamed. “I can feel it runnin’ all through my body! Foul succubi!” The...

  Pluck them from the streets, bind them tight. Load them into trucks, bounce them off roof and floor...

The smell of frying meat woke Huma from a night of uneasy dreams: hands peeling away from shadows, Senate...

  “What is it?” the hair asked. “I have no idea,” the hat replied. “But I don’t like it.” Donald had...