October 28, 2025

Even though the Diversity Club roster was severely culled by the recent tragic loss of thirty-four students, a whole new membership has rallied to the banner of unnaturalness. Now there are forty-five twits, and the new agenda is outright aggression. 

Ted is reading in an empty classroom when three students enter: a tall jazzy-looking Negro boy, a fat unpleasant looking Hispanic girl, and a Caucasian girl with pink hair, glasses, and large tattooed script on her forehead reading

Shame on White People. She is the ringleader, and addresses Ted, 

“Hello, how are you today?” 

“Fine, but trying to get some reading done. What’s up?” 

Replies the Negro, 

“Oh, he’s being curt with us. A serious lover of books, but what about pee-pol?” 

“I’m in school to study. How can I help you?” 

The pink takes over, with pad with pen, 

“We’re having a Diversity Hip-Hop Mixer on Friday night, and are signing people up. Attendance is mandatory. What’s your name?” 

“Objection. Immaterial and irrelevant. I will not be in attendance,” snickers Ted. 

“Why not?” she asks, raising her voice. 

“Nolo Contendere, but I appreciate your asking. Thank you, but…’ 

”I will need a very good and highly specific answer!” she snaps angrily. 

“He’s a racist,” chimes the Latina on cue. 

“A racist motherfucker,” chants the Negro. 

Ted is suddenly very tired of these people, and in a very weary tone, explains, 

“The reason is that your club is a suicide pact, both racially and intellectually. Let me show you what I mean.” 

Ted reaches into the pocket of his coat hanging on the adjacent chair, and produces his custom noise-suppressed Walther TPH.  With smooth efficiently, he shoots all three students between the eyes: for personal safety, the Negro first, next the Latina, then he takes a yhree second beat to see the look on the pink’s face at her final moment of truth. He grabs his personal items, and exits the classroom briskly. Nobody sees him. 

Later at home, he thinks to himself, 

“Perhaps I reached too harshly. Maybe they would have outgrown it someday…Nah!”