We go off the meds and elect Richard Nixon, the Nurse Ratched of the American political psych ward.

“The boys quiet until Ben looks across the table at Chon, holds his thumb and in…”

“So that dirt we're standing on, 'solid ground'?It's moving beneath us.Taking us…”

“She's also ruthless - it's love me or off with your head. She's the Red Queen”

“In his mind’s eye, though, he sees——Talibanmoving like scorpions across a simil…”