Are over the moon. The machetes have been delivered. Good, solid, sharp machetes. The idiots pump themselves full of Captagon. They giggle away their fear. Finally, some action. They get dressed. With masks and all in black. Then they tramp to Soho, take deep breaths and begin to dismember passersby. The first slash is difficult, after that it’s like it moves itself. Like dancing in a trance. Body parts flop to the ground, a head is almost completely severed from the trunk. What is supposed to happen? They catch ten passersby. Whether any of them is actually gay doesn’t matter. They catch ten passersby, and the quick-response rescue units can’t get through because other passersby are filming the incident and blocking the way. That will mean minus points. The two idiots are shot only after half an hour by a member of a private militia.

DON

Hears the shots of the fully automatic weapons. They don’t sound as impressive as the results-oriented effect they have. They sound. Dull. Like little New Year’s crackers. Don

Has no idea that her unbelievably stupid brother is dying just a few meters away.

And suddenly the door opens. It is three o’clock.

In the morning and

KAREN

Stares at the ceiling. The little TV is on, the others are sleeping, they sleep well when the TV is on, like the voice of a family member reading a good-night story, right now it’s

the news.

An account of the day’s violent crimes in the far reaches of the city. In other words: troubled districts. Or: the poor. Again. It’s about the poor again. Like every day for the last two weeks.

Images of the tide of refugees, which in the past had put the masses into a panic three times a day and set the stage for panic and fear-based voting, are now being replaced by coverage of spongers. It begins with reports about crime. Always perpetrated by the poor. A wide array of crimes are highlighted in dramatic tones. Bank robberies, insurance fraud, false claims to supplemental social benefits by organized scammers, verminous children with weapons, drug-dealing housewives. Undocumented foreigners, wasters who’ve supposedly managed to secure multiple basic incomes, culminating in various multifaceted commentaries alleging that the poor are just as harmful as immigrants had been in the past. Nearly every day there are interesting reports about incest in social housing blocks. There where single parents with five kids live on one basic income. There where the father pisses away the basic income on booze on the first day. Toothless people speaking on camera while high. Women are beaten up, babies play with the unconscious bodies of beaten mothers.