The first day of June, Tante suddenly snapped out of it. She’d been quietly snickering away in the corner, sounding more and more like some sort of strange animal, like some de-evolutionary transformation in communication. When the background sound of her suddenly stopped, it immediately drew everyone’s attention with its absence. They’d all grown quite fond of it, it worked well with the sounds of Sea and Forest.
“The Trumpeter doesn’t really matter at all.” In fact, the sudden change back to the obnoxiousness of her typical tone was unsettling. “He can spew his bile all day long, the more the better.”
Baltha spoke up. “Tante, you know you don’t mean that. So much hatred and ugliness cannot make the world more beautiful.” She was growing a little concerned about her friend.
“No, that’s just it. The ugliness and hatred is all so obvious, nobody really wants that. Even the other Reds can’t stand him. He’ll never get elected.” She sounded so certain it was a little unsettling. “It’s the woman who’s the problem. The guy from Brooklyn is who we need to focus our energy on.”
“He sure has our votes, and since we’re the only ones here who can vote, I guess he’s a winner in this household.” Arnold beamed. He’d been carrying a secret man crush for the Bernster. He’d never met the guy, but had admired him for years.
“Yeah, he’s almost kind of radical enough. And reminds me a little of Arnold. He’s kind of cute.” Yanaha sent her love a kissy.
“I’m feelin’ the Burn.” Tante’s eyes were blazing, her lips parched. Sweat rolled from her hairline down her cheeks. A little puff of steam rose off of her body, and she cooled. She took a deep breath. “No, I literally mean focus our energy. We need to sit down with Forest and Sea and Wind and Fire and the power of the MTJ. It wants to move. What we’re going to do is bond with the others in ritual and refocus the energy of the MTJ into an electoral landslide of the forces of Love over the forces of Hatred.
Baltha lit up. “The way those criminals at the DNC have been shapeshifting the ballots is as bad as anything I’ve seen in all my lives! Yes, we must do this!”
Ja immediately tuned in to Baltha’s wavelength. “And the media, they’ve been trying to conduct a snow job! They’re all owned by the same people who own the woman. And she’s more like the angry Trumpet than either of them is like the old guy, even if he does still represent government. The whole show is a farce, if you ask me, but yes, let’s try it!”
Yanaha set her knitting down and pushed herself up out of her chair. “Well, come along then. We’ll need to gather the right things, let me go up to the library and do a little research. We’ve got all sorts of stuff for keeping the peace with the MTJ, it’s become so much a part of our daily ritual we hardly think about it. We’ve sure never tried to channel its energy anywhere else, that wouldn’t be nice. This we’ll need to think about.”
“It’s not about channeling the energy to a place. It’s about channeling it to an event, an outcome. Instead of ripping the earth apart, we’ll crumble the walls of injustice that have overtaken the promised land!” Tante was sweating and panting again. They all kind of wished she’d go back to mewing and giggling. Her behavior actually cast an incredible pall of doubt over the group, which had seconds before been right there with her.
Baltha averted disaster and held them together by re-channeling Tante’s energy through the group. “Let’s dance in preparation for our ritual!” She threw her arms in the air and spun, a radiant smile beaming its light from her veiled face. She’d done a minor shape shift into Salome mode.
Ja immediately switched on the music.
As they danced, they felt the Bern.
The End is Near