Description
Nuke ’em in Je$u$’ Name paints present-day America as a black comedy,
where post-9/11 life has come to imitate art in a weird dysfunctional
sort of way. The president’s been shot Christmas Day in downtown
Washington D.C. at the Iraqi War Orphans Home by a 12-year-old female
resident? What in the world is happening to America? It’s bad enough the
economy is still stuck in reverse – now this? No doubt about it. Time
to roll out the nukes. At least that’s what conservative American
patriots and Evangelical Christians are screaming. Enough pussy-footing
around. Nuke Iran. Hell, nuke somebody. Anybody.
Meanwhile,
happily ensconced in this novel, eager to provide his favorite FAUX News
reporter with some helpful political analysis, former President Johnny
P. Barker is back to snorting endless lines of coke now that he’s
retired from public office; his syntax still a jumbled mess. Not too far
away, over at Walter Reed Army Hospital, President Barney Kenton has
awakened from his coma only two days after being shot in the head; but
uh-oh, he starts doing what none of his predecessors has ever done – he
starts spouting the truth about war and economics in direct opposition
to the rich-and-powerful people who put him in office. Will he survive
this betrayal?
