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the entire miserable lot of them.
    “Yes, I have something to say.” His lips twisted in a roughish grin before he cleared his throat to speak. “Fuck each and every one of you motherfuckers!”
    He burst into echoing bellows of throaty laughter, the kind that is born from the apex of the gut. The crowd erupted once more, falling all over each other and bursting at their fleshy seams. The gavel struck hard against the wooden block as pandemonium ensued, creating a beat to a heated musical tune drenched in bedlam. His body was suddenly pushed back and forth in the ruckus and as he swayed to and fro like a sailor on rocky waters. But, amid the commotion, he added a few more touching words to end his sermon.
    “I beat that nigger’s ass and I wish I would have killed that worthless piece of shit! Would have done the world a hell of a lot of good! One less fucking brainless jackass to deal with! WHITE POWER!” he screamed out, the veins straining in his neck as he held his chin as high as he could muster.
    “Get him outta here!” someone screamed out, more than likely a guard fearful of his own damn shadow.
    In a matter of frantic moments, he was grabbed, tugged then hauled away in the continuous commotion. A blur of police officers surrounded him, some of whom worked shoulder to shoulder with him behind closed doors, while others shot him timid glances sprinkled with caution and trepidation…
    Don’t worry; I won’t try to make a break for it… you fucking cowards… And I won’t send my wolves after you…
    Aaron had a reputation for moving crowds, giving orders with only a whisper, and that reputation undoubtedly preceded him. It felt grand to be king…
    “White Power!” he repeated over and over until his voice ran hoarse and the antediluvian, wooden double doors closed on him once and for all…
    As he was swiftly ushered down the lengthy hall, people spoke around him in elevated voices while the odor of burning cigarettes and freshly extinguished cigars filled the area. His attorney yelled things, but he did not hear her, could not take in or comprehend a word she offered. No, he disappeared inside of himself, the cold hard shell he’d come to love. As he was placed in the police car and reporters from various news stations bumped into one another vying for his attention, their electronic devices in hand and urgency in their eyes, he drifted even further away until they became yapping smears and faded splotches pretending to be souls covered in human flesh. They continued on, springing against the car doors, pleading and carrying on, imploring him to speak, make a statement, make their day, give them a story to sink their bloodthirsty teeth into. They wanted something to wrap their greedy hands around and hold tight then toss the tidbits into the media-crazed listeners’ gaping mouths. Feed the beast…
    Instead, he kept his quiet; he’d said his peace. This would be the longest stint of all, though he was rightly pleased that the judge hadn’t gone even further, thrown the unjust book at him. He surmised Judge Cole might not have been so bad after all. Maybe the liberal bastard was seeing the light, considering the ghastly vermin for what they truly were despite his bleeding heart ways. After all, the man’s court was inundated with the lawless, black bastards all damn week. Robberies, homicides, drug trade and usage, rapes…
    They were the reason the country was suffering, falling apart—the original laws of the land taken for granted and all but ignored. The roaches were programmed to destroy all that was good, proper and holy. Wasn’t Judge Cole tired of seeing the same ol’ entitled fuckers, their primitive ways on full display, dumbing down the place each time they parted their fat, lying lips? Perhaps he was; conceivably, it was finally all becoming empty gin bottle clear.
    I’m a true fighter, the genuine article. I’m the last of a dying breed. In serving this time, I pay the price for my