Chapter 9

“The supreme art of war is to subdue the enemy without fighting.” ― Sun Tzu, The Art of War

“Selfishness is not living as one wishes to live, it is asking others to live as one wishes to live.” ― Oscar Wilde

“The price good men pay for indifference to public affairs is to be ruled by evil men.” ― Plato

We all watched the “Whip It” video by Devo after a rather steamy orgy between us, snuggling up together in the living room of our new place in Miami, Florida. It was Nina, me, her sweet sister Tanveet, my own sister Vicky, my slaves Heather and Cassidy, and a few top acolytes at the Assembly of Light. There was Lisa and Michelle, a same-sex couple who took great pains to make it clear that they weren’t “political lesbians,” and that they were actually bisexual.

There was their friend Karen and her sister Stacey, as well as Stacey’s husband Dale, who had a horror story about his first marriage to a gynocratic bitch. There was also Dale’s brother Jim, a divorced man who was lately keen on Karen. Time would tell if anything much would come of that. All of these folks were among the charter, founding members of the first Assembly of Light, located right there in Miami, Florida. They all seemed to revere Nina and me most of all as their “Sacred Masters,” swamis, gurus, or whatever. This whole outfit had a very New Age, but not at all a matriarchal one as some of those tended to be.

“Hey, look at this news ... several strikes in parts of England have caused key parts of the national infrastructure to fail at critical junctures. In Manchester alone, over seven hundred men engaged in such crucial trades as plumbing, electrical work, bricklaying, construction, sewage, and sanitation have locked arms and refused to return to their posts, even when ordered to do so both by management and their own sponsors. Every male police constable in York and Newcastle has camped outside various police stations and demanded a right to serve in the same capacity and with the same authority as before, as well as with equal pay.

“A formal petition to abolish the sponsorship system has been circulated on paper as well as online, and it has gathered over eighty thousand signatures. While considerable efforts have been made to locate the men identified as signers, many of the names have proved to be aliases, some of them rather obvious and political ones. Also, denial of service attacks on various government offices by hackers clearly motivated by hatred of the New Order regime has crippled key public services, including rosters of sponsors and their male wards,” Karen laughed as she read from the latest London Times article on the matter.

“I wonder if they’ll get slapped on the wrist for daring to expose the vulnerabilities of the regime. It has to be humiliating that the New Order has presided over one unmitigated disaster after another, one crisis after another, one calamity after another. Anyone who voted for them has to wonder on some level what they were drinking or smoking to have cast such ballots. I wonder what Christine is thinking right now, given how badly things are going ... the latest jobless numbers and drop in productivity and trade deficit and other economic indicators are rather piss-poor, reaching Great Recession of 2008 levels, I suppose,” I scoffed as Nina and Tanveet right then began kissing me repeatedly all over my naked flesh.

“In other news, the New Family Values Party has secured ballot access in eighteen states, with its candidates, Nikki Haley and Kamala Harris reportedly getting about .4 percent of the potential vote in the upcoming American presidential elections. They have also nominated candidates for twenty-five gubernatorial races, nine U.S. Senate spots, and thirty-six House contests so far. Ms. Harris’s husband, Doug Emhoff, has reportedly filed for divorce, just six days after Michael Haley did,” Jim read off the latest news now that the Devo video was paused for a moment.

“Well now, that’s something else. By the way, we now have five hundred and twelve members in this, our first congregation, and we already have some free publicity. I think that the fact of Nina, me, and others of us being English expats was a bit of an attention grabber. It certainly didn’t hurt our cause. I look forward to seeing our numbers swell with every bit of attention that we get, of course,” I commented while getting very cozy indeed with my newlywed wife and her sister.

That was when I saw on the news that someone had taken a shot at Bernie Sanders, of all people, and that the would-be assassin was a radical feminist from the New Family Values Party. The Party already issued a half-hearted disavowal that sounded less than sincere or convincing, of course. It was all part of a pattern that seemed to threaten the ambitions of the radical feminist movement as they had gotten perhaps a bit too cocky (or is there a better term for arrogant women?).

Meanwhile, Elizabeth Warren had already folded her presidential campaign, as had several others, and it was largely down to three old white men: Sanders, Biden, and Trump. It had taken very little time to unfold by now, and indeed the events across the Pond seemed to expedite already active trends in the presidential primaries. Many of the most militant feminists had bolted the Democratic and other parties for the NFVP, anyway. That would slow any potential momentum for them in the conventional campaign process.