Once upon a time there was a strange orange man with strange orange hair who was very concerned about other people and where their ancestors came from. He did not like people who had forebears who did not look and behave exactly like his own forebears did. They made him nervous. So he went out looking for a group of like-minded people.

He discovered that there were two main parties. He thought that sounded like fun. He liked parties.

The first party he tried to join was too nice. They just didn’t know how to hate anybody.

The second party, well, he did like all the hating and the judging, the rules that were for other people but not for them, at least, not those near the top. He didn’t really think that they were quite hateful enough for his taste, but he figured he could fix that.

And they all lived… uh… well…

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This is the second idea that popped into my head during my long and lonely drive to the Bay Area. Once again, this is just a little glimpse into my head, and will probably not make sense if you haven’t read the first post in this series.

Also, I know I said I wasn’t doing any political posts until the election was over, but this isn’t a political post. It is a scary… I mean ‘fairy’ tale.