Religious by nature, yearning dumbly for God, the liberals, including her parents, all dead in their own vomit, the Last Child wanders the dead forest, by the dead ocean, amidst the rotting carcasses of all God's creatures. Her's is the last consciousness to remember Wealth Bondage. Yes, she speaks to us, to her parents, her teachers, to Ronald McDonald, to her bear, and all the creatures who inhabited her lost paradise, but she is alone. Too old to be given a free pass to heaven, not Saved in the Blood, since her parents procrastinated, turning down endless offers of salvation on tv as they flipped through the channels; soon she too will be gone, to Hell where she will burn in Eternal Torment as a Liberal-Child, her fingernails torn out, her legs burned with cigarettes, dragged in chains behind pickup trucks, subject to waterboarding at the hands of devils, her body ripped open, raped repeatedly by Advertisers in long black robes to grow the GDP of Satan's Eternal Kingdom that he calls "the Free Market in Human Souls." We are her imaginary friends. In what little time she has left, she addresses us as to God's plan for Wealth Bondage.
Daddy, can I go to Jesus Camp?