4th London dispatch:
The pallid shade of Sir Winston Churchill peered at Road, chewed on the burned-out butt tween his teeth for a while and scoffed, “If these young folks insist on breaking the law, I propose they be constructive about it, if they’re not already, by donating their confiscated loot to those more poor than them ~ if they can find anybody that poor. If not, then to their neighbors.”
“You don’t think they’re thugs then?” interviewed Road.
“No, they’re not thugs!” blared Churchill. “They’re young ladies and gentlemen in need of decent employment…”
“And gentle and loving guidance,” kindly interjected the ghost of Gandhi. He hummed a bar or two of a Hindi melody.
Churchill spit-out what was left of one soggy stogie ~ onto the pavement of Trafalgar Square ~ where it plopped sickeningly. A large brown puddle slowly formed around the gooey lump of tobacco as the great statesman continued, “And, of course, military service. They’ll get good ass-kicking guidance there that’ll help ’em.” Churchill guffawed and slammed the picnic table with his fist, which rearranged the checkers in his favor. He was smiling now!
Gandhi said, “Their rioting might rise in public opinion if taken in a more positive direction, like the one taken when they ransacked the more upscale neighborhoods rather than meaninglessly busting-up their own already broken-down haunts.”
“If,” continued Gandhi. The little half-naked Hindoo squinted sideways at Road. “If ~ if these young people combine a spiritual awakening with their next marauding, like a new found devotion in somebody like the mother of Jesus perhaps, then ultimate triumph will belong to them.”
“And,” added Winston, as with his last king on the checkerboard he jumped every one of Gandhi’s men and won the game! “A progressive evolution of our species, society, and British government will prevail.”
“And the universe will remain biologically sound,” said Gandhi. He thoughtfully scratched his armpit ~ peered down at the checkerboard ~ empty now but for one lone king ~ Winston’s.
“And God bless ’em all!” exclaimed young American outlaw Road ~ his arms outspread…
(to be continued)