My Black Jesus

The war for America's soul is over; America has succumbed. The right wing has triumphed, probably irrevocably, and in the process of consolidating its victory, has become a suffocating, worldwide monolith, its corporate and militaristic tentacles strangling the globe. Domestically, America is a nation of sheep, and for any who resist - atheists, Muslims, occupiers, libertarians and the rest, the final solution, the solution urged by patriotic Americans, is extermination. But twenty-first-century corporate America, feigning adherence to its original constitution of 1787 and dedicated to capitalist profit above all else, has instead instituted a network of lucrative penal camps. The recalcitrant will spend the rest of their lives in the camps, work camps for those who can afford the corporate-imposed monthly stipend, less comfortable accommodations for the indigent, including those whose money has run out and who can no longer afford the stipend. The system is unchallenged, until a chubby black man arrives saying he's Jesus Christ come down to establish his kingdom. Right-wing America, this Jesus says, is the prophesied world of the Antichrist, and is this Jesus really who he says he is or is he the Antichrist or is he nothing more than a whack-job? And how will America respond to his assertions of divinity and his promise of redemption? Welcome to the Joseph R. McCarthy Memorial Prison Camp.