The end is near, or at least that's what my taxi driver tells me. On the drive from the airport to my hotel, he's asked me pointed questions about the bible, and prays for my soul. I'm not a religious man so I appreciate his earnest supplication to God, as I have not spoken to Him in years.
We've discussed the shootings at the school up north. The names and the faces of the kids dead have played on an endless loop for the entire week and by this time I don't know if the murder or the obvious news media sensationalism has me feeling more nauseous.
My cabbie thinks that these killings are part of a white- people mission to eradicate the earth. The way he sees it, when white people go crazy, they have the urge to kill everyone in their path. Even if they know who it is they detest most, they will inadvertently take out as many of the species as they can. He points out that when black folk are mad, they shoot the individuals or groups that have wronged them, like reasonable, sane human beings. I nod in agreement.
As we pull up to my hotel on the beach, he leaves me with this news.
“ Jesus is gonna be here in a few short minutes, young man, you wait and see. In the meantime, I suggest you do yourself a favor and get yourself a gun. Whitey think he got everybody fooled electing that boy Obama up there. But I know better, and I ain't taken the bait. Imma kill as many as them sons of bitches as I can before they get me. Mark my words son, you heard it here first. We in the midst of the 2nd coming."
I thank the man for his sage advice and tip him generously. I sold my soul to corporate years ago, but I'm always glad to meet angels now and then. When the mass annihilation begins, I'll certainly be ready.
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