ACT IV, Scene 1

In front of the National Policy Institute, a White Supremacist “think tank” headquartered in Alexandria, VA. A group of people is protesting outside the building. In one of the windows can be seen neo-Nazi and POL TURD favorite RIGHTARM SPENCER.

TYRO: What’s going on here?

SULLEN: This group is showing its disdain for racists and Nazis.

TYRO: But this place is called the “National Policy Institute.”

SULLEN: Newspeak is alive and well in Northern Viriginia.

(One of the protesters—holding a placard reading “Nazional Poxsh!tty Institute”—sings.)


“This Crew Would Seek Herds of White Guys”
(Parody of “If You Could See Her through My Eyes”)

We get a good inkling,
looking at/hearing from his supporters,
who pledge allegiance to a New World.
They scream about suppression
of those with melanin suppression.
And they really loathe those who
“killed Our Lord” ’round ’32.

They pine to see those right arms rise
against the Neanderthals.
They love to see those right arms rise
in “Triump” of Riefenstahl—
ein fein flick?!!

Dick S. and Steve K. and others
look around them and they moan,
because they don’t see enough “white” guys
with sheets bleached and blanched in their homes.

We get a peek at their purview,
with each new face ushered in:
some clever, some smart…criminal clique.
Most have a love for pink skin—
or orange.

Steeped M. and Steve B. and others
would make a new Vaterland,
excoriate media fall guys
until a free press has been banned.

They’re the masters of projection—
on everyone else the blame falls.
While three Steves and Dick and other guys
in hoods would crave mehr Riefenstahl.

(Blackout)