‘It’s a cousin war, Sal, that’s the gist I’m gettin’ from Jimmy while he’s redeployed. He said they shipped the genetically modified poppies in the cereal and bagels, they started gene editing on the grapes and apples overseas - everything is war-level now. So when’s they ship in the soldiers and they keep goin’ at the Irish and Catholic drunks here, as they like to say-’ he hushed for a minute, listening to Sal. ‘Sal I know, but by stalkin’ you and intimidating your family - you ain’t even been able to go to Church and get the Eucharist - all alcohol is forbidden, right? They jus’ usin’ religion against religion economically, tryin’ to make all US integrated folk over here start fightin’. They’s limitin’ resources next, financial. Then they start with the pagan hootanany, tellin’ US we’re all descendants of Irish witches and wizards again.’ He paused again, listenin’ to his Sal, ‘I know, Sal, they f’n crazy. They even callin’ US the Holy Ghost now. I swear to Christ, on my life, every time the wind whistles in the trees they think it’s a ghost or somethin’.’