The night air lay on the city like an overweight lover oozing down into every vacant hole. Walt perch dramatically against a skyline that suggests the decadence of city crime. Not that he would want to be called Walt at such a theatrical time.

Covered in a skintight suit, a rapidly dwindling bolt of white ran down the front, encroached upon by the black. Walt was not mild mannered matter minder Walt Colt, Harvard Graduated Physicist. Here and now, at least as long as you didn’t want to know how fast he was going, Walt was the scourge of education ratings and property values.

Spandex gripped his manhood gently.

On the tip of every housewife in middle class suburbia’s tongue. In every street, and every neighborhood falling like night upon White America. Walt was White Flight, created during the Reagan administration by a splinter group of Acorn Enthusiasts, a splinter group where Barack Obama worked right out of high school, Walt was the result of decades of Liberal treachery.