We should have enemies, of course, W. says. We deserve them. There should be satellites in low orbit, tracking our movements. There should be snipers in the bushes, looking to finish us off. There should be mercenaries ready to kidnap us and execute us in the woods.
That we haven't been finished off yet is a puzzling sign. Why have we been permitted to live? But perhaps that is our punishment: continuing to live.
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