been posed, he thought with a snort. He needed to call her. And he needed to end things, so both of them could move on. He felt a pang of remorse, of giving up something he wanted. But his aunt was right. There were other kinds of families that didn’t require him to become something he didn’t want to be.

He opened the other email.

“One of the members of this more exclusive group posed an interesting question: What do I foresee that might trigger the collapse? What should people be looking out for?

So, let me try to answer that.

The collapse will come when the backbone of America, the white middle class, realizes that they are paying for a government that no longer meets their needs. That they are losing control of their own country. That the government can no longer be trusted. We are near that point now.

Then a crisis will hit, as crises do. But the government will use it to try to take control and shut down individual rights. The crisis might be a natural disaster, a civil disturbance, or a foreign attack. Probably more than one of those at the same time. But the government, now controlled by those who believe in multiculturalism and pluralism rather than the republic as established by the Constitution, will use that crisis to justify suspension of our liberties starting with the right to own guns. That’s why the development of an arsenal is such a crucial investment for those of us who must stand up to such a government intrusion and be able to fight back.

Warning signs?

The election of a black president was such a sign. Not just a black man, but one whose American citizenship has been legitimately questioned. One who has never served in the military.

Other signs? The continuing erosion of our Second Amendment rights. We must resist that at every turn. If your state or local government tries to pass legislation that limits gun ownership, you must use every means to protest. And the best protest is to add to your arsenal.

I cannot predict the exact crisis. That’s what will make it a crisis. And it may not even be obvious at first. That’s why we must be vigilant. We must be ready.

Sensei.

Mac frowned. He’d read that rhetoric in some of the background articles he’d been reading. That was basic white militia messaging. Well of course it was: That was what Sensei was building — his own, much larger, white militia.

But some of his troops were weak. He decided to ask Sensei about that. He fired off an email, pointing out that two of his troops had broken under stress in the last week. One had killed his children, the other had intended to kill his wife and daughter. And they weren’t the first ones either. Wasn’t that a problem for his goal of developing a trained, vigilant militia?

He did the Facebook routine begrudgingly. He still didn’t enjoy it. He felt like he was giving away information that could be used against him. But he commented on a few posts of others. Befriended those who had befriended him. He was approaching 500 friends. Was that normal? He looked at mlk4whites account. He had over 3k followers. Sensei had 40k. Holy shit, he thought. He checked Kate’s account. She had 284 friends. So that was a normal, private citizen, he thought, who had a pretty large circle of friends in the real world. In comparison, he probably had fewer that 40 people he’d even call acquaintances, much less friends, in the real world, and here he was with 500 FB friends, and it was growing rapidly.

But the troubling thing was mlk4whites and sensei’s accounts and their numbers. That was a hell of a large number of white supremacists. Of militia wannabes, weekend warriors. Really troubling. Mac frowned.

He closed out of Facebook, checked his email one last time.

There was a response from Sensei.

“You misunderstand my purpose,” it read. “I’m not trying to raise a large militia. I’m trying to improve white men. White men have gotten lazy and complacent. They shirk their leadership roles at home, at work, and in the community. They are weak; you are right. And I’m washing them out. Think of this as boot camp, Mac. I have no regrets if a man breaks under the limited pressure he finds himself under. I’m not even sorry that he eliminates his own flawed offspring. We must become stronger as a people if we are to resume our rightful role as leaders in the modern world.

The black man has been through the fire. He has been forged stronger and more powerful. Look at who are our cultural leaders today. In sports? In entertainment? Even in our government. Or take the Hispanics? Forged through back-breaking work. Committed to hard work ethic, to strong family units. Whites are losing, Mac, because we’re sloppy, resentful and weak. We have it too easy. That must change.

The winnowing has begun.

Sensei

Well, now, Mac thought soberly. That was interesting. He printed it out, sent a copy to Shorty and to Janet. And then he shut down the computer again. Completely.

His phone rang. It was Shorty. He picked up.

“What the fuck?” he said.

“Right?” Mac said. “Motherfucker is crazy.”

“Like a fox, though,” Shorty said.

“What do you think these wannabe militia types would think if they knew how Sensei really felt?” Mac asked.

“Probably, damn right, we need to winnow them out,” Shorty said. “That’s how people like this always think. They think they’re going to come out on top. Face it, how many of these desk jockeys, as you call them, would hold onto those arsenals for longer than 48 hours if we did have a civic breakdown? Someone would take it away from them. Someone like you.”

Mac laughed. He’d had the same thought. “Might even be me,” he agreed.

“Don’t forget who your friends are, then,” Shorty said, laughing.

“A technical question?” Mac asked. “Can he tell that I’ve forwarded his emails to you or Janet? A trace of

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