“Shouldn’t we be at a bar?” Gilles Deleuze raises his arms and hands scanning around the Great Beyond Starbucks.
“It’s Malcolm,” Franza Kafka explains. “Doesn’t drink.”
“Coffee either,” Deleuze shrugs. “And why are we here? Talking about some American football player and the president?”
“The brother has a name,” Malcolm X says walking to the table before sitting. “Kaepernick. Colin Kaepernick.”
Paulo Freire scoots his chair over so the table mostly is equally divided among Deleuze, Kafka, Malcolm, and himself.
“And the president, Obama, is talking like a house slave,” Malcolm continues. “Telling Kaepernick to consider how he has hurt military members and their families.”
“It is the bureaucratization of the mind,” Freire interjects. “Obama must assume the political pose of the bureaucrat—seeking to offend no one and as a result offending everyone.”
“Poseidon,” Kafka offers absently.
“Poseidon?” Malcolm asks, scanning the others at the table.
“Obama has endless…
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