"Tom Kratman - A State of Disobedience" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kratman Tom)

Heard something like that once on an old movie on TV. "Best and worst." Might maybe have come out
of a book. Don't rightly know. I ain't no educated man. Always been just a simple working
man . . . "simple"— that's me. Not sophisticated, you know. Not like them folks over in Washington, the
ones that got all the answers to everything.

I watch 'em. I watch 'em on TV. Got an answer for everything. It used not be so bad; I remember. Used
to be a man could rightly expect a job, a wage to support his family and himself, taxes that didn't eat him
alive. Nope, surely 'twern't the best.

Lotsa folks turned to religion . . .
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Washington, DC


"Willi! Willi!Willi! WILLI!"

The sound grew. Louder and louder the crowd chanted as their goddess ascended the stage to the
podium. The chant's force caused dust to spring up from little unseen corners of the auditorium. It
assaulted the ears. It overwhelmed the senses. It made the internal organs ripple in a way that was
unpleasant to anyone not a devotee of politics.

To Ms. Wilhelmina Rottemeyer, President-Elect of the United States of America, the sound wasorgasm
. Never in her life had a thrusting man entering her body given her such a glorious feeling. To be honest,
never in her life had a man made her feel anything but weight, that and—not infrequently—disgust. Her
ex-husband had mostly made her feel disgust.

Reaching the podium, Rottemeyer surveyed the rainbow sea of devoted, ecstatic faces before her. She
locked eyes with her lover, hertrue lover, retired—and soon to be recalled and promoted—Army
Lieutenant General Caroline McCreavy. McReavy smiled warmly. Another small shudder of orgasm
swept Rottemeyer's body, though it failed to reach her face.

Lifting both arms up and outward, palms down, Rottemeyer made gentle patting motions. Gradually the
sound ebbed. WILLI!Willi! Willi! Willi.

She began to speak. "My people. My people. I have just received a telephone call from the President.
He concedes the electio—"

Louder even than before, the crowd broke out in a mindless animal shriek of fury and victory. Windows
vibrated, threatening to shatter. Rottemeyer vibrated too as she closed her eyes and smiled a sort of
Mona Lisa smile, another little orgasm well hidden.

Eyes opened again. The smile grew wider. It grew divine. All gazed—glassy-eyed,
slack-jawed—worshipping with hearts full to bursting.

"The way was hard. They" (everyone knew that by "they" Rottemeyer meant the Republicans, the
religious right, the antichoice fanatics, the prosperous . . . the people who disagreed with her, in other