davidfosterwallace Where are you when we need you, David Foster Wallace? We’re waiting for the story of 9/11ii. It’s the story of a world where a great national tragedy took place, a terrorist plot that killed thousands god knows, and it really happened as advertised, no “false flag” nonsense. Ten years later, California is bankrupt, and the U.S. has killed bL (the kingpin, the Ace of Spades), and aQ is understandably pretty pissed off (yes, they’re always pissed off, but never mind), yet maybe not in the best position to do much right now, there’s just a lot going on.

So the U.S. govt hatches a plan, like it does every so often. The public would believe an aQ reprisal, almost expects it. The greater Los Angeles area is a likely target, there’s so much to choose from—LAX, Hollywood, infidelism up and down the street, Long Beach faggots, Venice Beach women not covering their heads, reruns of Beverly Hills 90210 that clearly show girls being allowed to go to school.

The public will totally believe it (Disneyland would work too, but we’re going with this), and the President (who, in an ironic twist, turns out really to have been an American vis-à-vis the law—with a real birth certificate and everything, gee whiz—but an un-American betrayer of liberal ideals) gives the go order: Project Replenish is a go.

Havoc is wreaked upon the City of Angels, a nuclear false-flag (maybe Diablo Canyon, topical because of Fukushima Dai-ichi). Federal disaster relief. Rebuilding. Debt forgiveness. A new start for California, a new start for all of us.

Where are you when we need you, David Foster Wallace, where be your gibes now? It’s just a few years later. You could still be here. There’s so much that you’re missing.