Oh...

 

I feel much better now.

The Scorpion Farmer

 I'm thinking about writing an allegorical story about the declining status of an unnamed superpower, which descends into tribalism, fascism and ignorance in a startlingly short period of time after the election of an anti-democratic, misogynistic sociopath to the highest office of the land.  It will be called "The Scorpion Farmer" and I'm visualizing the last chapter -- the cruel farmer lies writhing on the dusty ground, having finally been toppled by millions of the irate, stinging scorpions he has mistreated and misled over the years.  In a rippling wave of pain and death, they swarm the screaming, prostrate figure, extracting revenge for all of the destruction and death caused by the cruel, sociopathic farmer.  Final scene:  the farmer's old red hat lying battered and torn, the only thing now visible on the hard, rocky ground.

Or maybe not...

The War President