They have a kind of standing public wave of catastrophic misrelation and cataclysmic myopia which they call America. From anywhere inside it, the chaos appears ordinary. A moment beyond the reality-warping metahypnotic membrane of its field-effect, and one’s senses — not to mention one’s humanity — begin, immediately, to heal and refresh themselves. But such relief is unsustainable.

It is a cruel fate to the subject of a demon that pretends to angelic stature, and this is most particularly true of those who sense but cannot frame the problem. It ablates intelligence and hope like cruel work imposed by force attacks the soul. They have a kind of standing wave of helplessly enraged confusion they call America. The exhaust alone is toxic enough to render the planet into graveyards, but inside its borders, minds, lives and futures are being ground up to fund atrocity which will be blamed on the victims.

They have a prison advertising flight. They have a kind of lethal parasite advertising health. They have a desperately malignant confidence man advertising honesty. They have a psychopathic butcher for their protector; and his eyes gleam with an ancient and inhuman hunger all too well-known on their world and in their modern moment. How astonishing they cannot see when they, themselves comprise it with the nature of their failure to agree, their passivity, their complaints, and their tacit obedience to evil.

— an anonymous informant