The Artificial Honkey

I've got a new job for my 3-D printer, making effigies of the white guys running things here in the South, for use in various ways representing their well-paid subservience to the interests of big business and America's wealthy elite.

They could be holding a lantern in front of some corporate headquarters or kowtowing to the Kochs and their other corporate masters. They take their servility seriously and like being associated with wealth. I would put them all over the place at the golf courses.

This is their most appropriate habitat, an environmentally catastrophic and inverted place, unsustainable and dependent on resources from elsewhere. I picture them everywhere at the courses as hazards, follies and yard-art, some hanging from trees.

And half-buried in the ground upside down and so on. There's an element of satire to this, but the white boys will probably be unaware of it since they're already oblivious to how ridiculous they look padding along the fairways in their polyester shorts and such.

There they fecklessly whack their little balls around. May the gods of waste and impotence bless them and keep them from harm. Their days are numbered anyway. The next generation is poised to inherit a severely compromised and debilitated society.

Thanks to those white boys, but the new generation doesn't even understand the old values well enough to reject them. The white boys have lost. Their racism and homophobia and religious intolerance are incomprehensible to the young people. 

Bon Voyage, white boys. We watch in sadness and disbelief as you sail over the horizon into oblivion, never having learned to what degree your values are being abandoned. And is it any wonder you have failed, since everyone else is still cleaning up your mess?