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His Grace, the elderly TV-preacher from Baton Rouge
"Morality is doing what is right, regardless of what you are told.
Religion is doing what you are told, regardless of what is right."
~ H. L. Mencken
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Sylvia and Balthazar balance the green alligator briefcase on gray rick rack at the foot of the Moonwalk Steps leading to the Mississippi River ~ from The Battery atop the levee with its never used Civil War cannon.
Sylvia washes the Republican Snowball Cube in the muddy water, while Balthazar shares a joint being passed between two Vietnamese-creole skateboard boys. The boys ask Balthazar why Louisiana does not celebrate Bastille Day. Balthazar does not really know.
The boys, who speak English, French, and some Vietnamese, say their Fathers, who speak only French and Vietnamese, brought the holiday with them to Louisiana from Vietnam. Balthazar thinks, how crazy that sounds. Then, how crazy that war was.
A giant ship from the Port of Shanghai heads upriver to the Napoleon Avenue Container Terminal.
His Grace, the elderly TV-preacher from Baton Rouge, and Stormy Daniels watch from the levee, standing next to the virgin cannon.
He speaks to a flock no longer visible nor inclined to listen:
"A.I., Artificial Intelligence is nothing less than the epiphany of a new religion. Presented by priests cloaked in the white vestments of science. The World's newest Saviors."
Stormy Daniels sneers:
"Or perhaps its newest serpents unveiling Truth from behind electronic curtains."
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The New Orleans Beltway train sounds its whistle and pulls its impenetrable iron curtain into view. Routinely momentarily separating each side of the levee.
"Almost never running over a tourist," Stormy says.
This short line rail system runs up and down The River connecting warehouses to outbound rail yards. It carriers no passengers. Not since some Yankee-hire director used railway funds to outfit a posh carriage, hire a Pullman butler, and take his family and friends on riverside rides, with wine and boudin sausages served on silver trays.
Balthazar cocks his ear at the train's whistle, and reckons they should be making their reservations west. On Amtrak's ole number one, The Sunset Limited, America's oldest continuously operating train, since 1894, and the first to bear a personified name.
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"Republicans and their traveling snowball,"
Balthazar snorts.
"Their problem is they don't know how to govern. Only how to wedge and fight.
"Then scavenge the rubble, leaving their superstitious followers angry and bewildered on a field of broken pitchforks and fallen torches.
"What profit thee, if you scuttle your own ship to steal your own brass."