Chicago's Bread

A Story by Abishai100

A pensive capitalism-race 'chess' analyst seeks an armored-truck vigilante-examination for blood-diamond (insurance) marks (for Windy-City's bonds).

A Homeland adaptation of the unusual/gripping sub-culture film Dead Presidents (Hughes Bros.), which I hope you'll like (and thanks for reading),

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AMLAN SATAN: I've learned too much about sports/capitalism/media marketing not to 'link' modern net-commentary friendly 'trophies' with our Homeland view for what's become a treasure-securities consciousness, for politics affecting the pluralist consumerism landscape and touching upon themes of value(s) in eco-mineral mining and smugglers/piracy highways complication(s) for post-9/11 era (American) social-media bread (for readings).

Prince Satan, an Algerian immigrant/citizen/thinker/writer of the Windy-City (Homeland), had hoped his special examination-eye of blood-diamond smugglers-highways (for insurance-chess) would draw in him a special 'Earth-consciousness' for American treasure-motions intelligence for post-9/11 era commerce 'bridge' rhetoric for traffic-securities and felt himself becoming less political and more 'vigilante' minded concerning all this fortune-readings materialism and wondered if this 'brand' of modern 'worry' would fuel in him some 'street-lore' for inventions in Western storytelling (for therapy).

EZZY (Girlfriend): We've been dating for some-time now, and I worry.

AMLAN: Please, Ezzy; I'm thinking of something really of a class.

EZZY: Well, all this worry about piracy/terrorism is self-made war-IQ.

AMLAN: I know what you're saying, but you're my 'faerie' for greatness!

EZZY: Just be careful...if insurance/capitalism is sullied, no one cares.

AMLAN: Maybe all this 'chess' has given me a 'Great-Depression' of trust.

EZZY: Whatever you decide, return to our 'art' of life (for me).

AMLAN: I promise (good for social media).

Well, something inside Mr. Satan snapped and he got himself a very fancy water-gun toy and inserted a thin-glass tube in the shooting-piston and filled it with homemade hot-HCL and drove up to the Windy-City armored-truck transporting (rumored/insured) 'blood-diamonds' (conflict-zone gems mined by warlords and circulated for 'rogue' finances/terrorism/insurance-corruption) belonging to the Ion-company and declared he was sent by Baron Ion (himself) to make a roadway(s) media-stunt gem-swap (insured) for a social statement for conversations about (rumored) corrupted-gems insurance depression and delighted the driver with his street-theater performance (capitalism-parody) costume/mask and toy prop water-gun, seeking photos of the Ion-box inside the truck (wow).

DRIVER: This guy seemed like a normal personnel of the respected Ion-company and entertained me with his street-theater 'visage' and persuaded me to let him take photos of the Ion-box for a 'charade-comedy' about gem-swaps and then used his toy-gun ('acid-gun') to burn a hole into the box and swapped the (rumored/insured) blood-diamonds with his own (fakes?) and left me the note, "Halloween approaches, and insurance for consumerism/gems for the holiday shopping season shall complement this street-theater 'mock' performance concerning the eco-politics gossip surrounding the value(s) of treasure-securities/insurance bread (for academic expressions).

INTERPOL: "Blood-diamond corruption today threatens the world-gem exchange(s) and makes 'rogue' terrorism/piracy woe(s)."

Well, the 'deed' for street-chess gossip for (rumored) blood-diamond insurance commentary was set into-play, and Mr. Satan (Amlan) had become an intellectual-turned-revolutionary, with this eco-minerals mining 'consciousness' media-stunt for commentary that would (certainly) draw (Interpol-relation?) eye(s) for examinations and inquiry (wow). That's just what happened, and Satan considered this modern-day Robin-Hood 'stunt' for media/intelligence worth a handshake for what'd become a post-9/11 era Windy-City 'paranoia' for capitalism-race 'chess-stalemate' materialism-readings (for social-media photo-graphics!).

EZZY: What's this 'tale' of acid-gun bloody-diamond insurance I read?

AMLAN: You read that stuff on social media, eh?
EZZY: Was that you, Satan?
AMLAN: I hope it was...don't you, Ezzy?
EZZY: I warned you not to get (seriously) invested in this dark matter.

AMLAN: This is eco-minerals mining/insurance corruption for Chicago!

EZZY: Just read it, and write it, but don't 'become' it (acidic).

AMLAN: Whatever we do...it's for the 'good' of insurance-commentary.

EZZY: Alright (be balanced).

What moved this intellectual turned fearful about modern eco-capitalism/insurance politics in the challenged Windy-City of Bulls/Bears markets? Had he become so mired in the modern readings-fears of perceived social network customs/practices for Earth-net activity? Was he thinking of his college-readings of Fanon and Abbey and what they ingrained in his soul regarding the quality of Homeland materialism-education (for the Ego)?

CYBER_FANZINE: Whatever this stunt for Ion-company insurance for bloody-diamond examinations suggested, this writer/thinker (Amlan Satan) has complemented this modern media-theater for Windy-City history with a funny holiday-season consumerism-parody avatar ("Evil-Elf") perhaps to remind us that 'education' and inventions in capitalist-politics in this Homeland requires a fresh 'therapy' for the 'war' over Earth (for commercial antiterrorism).

POLICE-DETECTIVE: "Amlan's girlfriend (Ezzy) just opened an (Indian/African) eatery, serving zesty/soft luchi-bread, and I'm wondering if this cyber-popular 'thinker' of our Chicago's found the 'bread' of matter concerning insurance (for blood-diamond anarchy) that 'paints' him as the actual (damned) culprit for this 'romanticized' story (wow)."