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...
