The Aryan High Council

"Arch-Angel Ganja, you are charged with treason. How do you plead?"

"Get the fuck out m'face," the Arch-Angel responded, as predicted, then added "and next time, make sure I have marijuana."

"If you were not the head of the Secret Service you would not wield such powers."

"It is because I am more intelligent than you that I am kind."

"One day you will perish from the sword of your own wickedness..."

"Fuck you... hey, which way are you going?"

"Uh, lemme see... I have to go and inform the White House that you were sanctioned and duly acted contrite about your madness... then tell them you were off your meds again but that we can't do without you... then listen to Senator Rath harangue me for thirty minutes... then..."

"I get it... drop me of at the Hilton?"

"Seeing her again?"

"I swear to God, this girl is the one..."
"So you say. Did he fall?"
"The Nazarene? She said he came so hard he..."
"Too many details."
"He still thinks of me as the Nigerian in foreign affairs."
Laughter. The world's top two spies got on the beltway and cruised. A plane passed them on the way. It was a 737, a private plane, a private airline, owned by the world's Masonic Prince, heir to all the secrets of value in modern econometrics.

"Luxemburg, come in..."
"Abla espanol?"
"Si..."
...static...

Later on that evening.

"Ah... the 'Nigerian who works for Diplomatic Affairs..."
"The Nazarene. A surprise to see you here at the Hilton."
"Having drinks with a seedy mistress, no?"
"Actually, my god-daughter. But, yes, she is old enough to have sex."
"You're lying."
"Believe it or not, I'm telling the truth."

"Good evening."
"Beth?"
"You know each other?"
"We were in the same... class..."
"Well, cover's blown. Order some drinks. Children gather round for tale."

All sit.

"So, Mr... Nigerian. Who are you really?"
"Nazarene, you have something on your mind..."
"Deliver this... package... what do I look like? Some friggin' minion who does
not have a say in what goes on in this country?"
"Some things are better left handled to experts..."
"I'm American! I'm American!"
"Calm down, Nazarene..."
"I mean, who the fuck you think you are, coming all the way from Africa and
running shit..."
"Nazarene..." the Arch-Angel exhaled.... "there are some things you will come to
understand..."
"Yeah, like what?"
"Like," Beth said, "the president swore allegiance to this man because he saved
the U.S. at its darkest hour..."
"What are you talking about? What would you know?"
Arch-Angel Ganja leaned back, eyebrow raised, looking at Beth. "Yeah... what
would YOU know?"
Beth smiled. "I do my studying."
"So you do," the Arch-Angel smiled. "So you do, Lance Corporal."
"Sir?"
"You heard right."
"Wow... thanx... I'm... honored..."
"Lance Corporal? What the fuck you guys think this is, the army?"
"Of God, General... it is the army of God..."
"What did you call me?"
"General..."
Deja Vu hit the Nazarene. But this time he feared not his own death. The last
nail pierced his skin. But this time Jesus did not die, for he feared not his own
death.

The medics arrived swiftly.

"Arch-Angel Ganja to the White House, Jesus is stable."
"Excellent work Arch-Angel. As always. I trust you have everything you need?"
"Yes, Mr. President."
"About Hitler..."
"Don't worry about that, sir. It was a tense moment for all..."
"It sure was..."
"Bills over Cowboys?"
"Call it..."
"Cambodia..."
"I have the resources..."
"See you next Wednesday."

Gogobiri Rises: Odudwa's Plot Comes to Light

"You are welcome in my nation, Amir Ekeh"
"It is humble today."
"Khadijat has taken the kids to the movies."
"Oh? What are they watching?"
"Black Eagle Rising."
"I wrote that you know?"
"Really?"
"Yeah... but I'm not supposed to tell..."
"Amir, can I ask you a personal question..."
"You want to know why I sought you out to tell you all these things?"
"If it is the will of Allah, Amir, only then should I know..."
Arch-Angel Ganja exhaled.
"Brother Ishmael, I have sojourned this earth sixty years. Today I sit,
gray-haired Prince of a Superpower, the baddest man on earth, and in all
my years you are the only truly intelligent Muslim I have met."
"But Amir... I am not Muslim..."
"Peace be upon you my brother..."
Deja Vu hit the son of Abraham... but this time... but this time...

The Wifey

"Hon..."
"Hmmm..."
"How are you?"
"Huh? Oh... fine..."
"How was DC?"
"Fine..."
"And Atlanta?"
"Fine..."
"And Seattle?"
"Fine..."
"I want a divorce..."
"Fine..."
"Did you hear what I just said?"
"Jenn, is dinner not ready yet?"
"What if I said I wouldn't cook for you."
"I'm in no mood tonight, woman..."
"You have no choice..."
"What can I do to find some peace and love in this world?"
"Les Miserables."
"When?"
"This weekend."
Amir Ekeh exhaled. "Sure..."
Slight squeal. "I love you! I love you!"
"Command yourself, mistress. How is our daughter?"
"The man who hit her face is still alive."
"How is our daughter?"
"You know, sometimes I don't understand how you can be so calm."
"She a grouwn woman Jenn."
"And you're her father!"
"When I told yawl she could do better you all shouted me down..."
"That's not the point Gaga!"
Silence. When would dinner be served?
...

"Shhh. He's waking up."
"Where am I?"
"Do you remember who you are, soldier?"
"I am Jesus, Roman General, Centurion Celebrated, Commander of the Cross of Rome and special assistant to His Majesty Caesar, Ruler of the Spheres."
"Well, Caesar is no more..."
"Whose voice is this?"
"Ganja."
"Solon St. John?"
"My goodness, you have the memory of an elephant."
"Solon! I must be dreaming! I'm alive! We're alive! When is this?"
"America."
"America. The Prince?"
"Yes. Amir Ekeh."
"..."