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The third book of the quadrology that includes The Galileo Syndrome, The Fires of Home, and Hobo Signs, The Dirties walks into the lull before a storm of clarity. The apparently impossible events of this book drives us through the destruction of reality via an apparently simple concept: An uncaring elite has damned billions to suffer.

The lull looks like this: Chaos spreads quickly as poverty and disease grow. The corporate tit turns away from the masses, then disappears all together Anger erupts. Another barrier is required to keep the population in order.

The Redding Wall rises three hundred feet from the ground. The barricade in Northern California uses the remains of the consumer civilization to protect those that brought down civilized society. Brownish gray in color with black shadows from its rain of weapons, built from trash, an odor of filth radiates from the wall, a ghostly extension of its existence. The miles-long pyramid-shaped wall wears a flat top of weapons and protruding perches for armaments, surveillance, and assault counter measures--as well as air conditioned cubes for black glass sport courts, swimming pools, and bicycle trails running along the peak. Beneath that, the rectangular-snouts of the guard towers and their blinking red lights, flame throwers, and gatling guns that could probably have guarded hell from god’s avenging angels.

Not surprisingly, the Redding Wall has become a lens, a focus of anger for billions of people around the planet. Millions arrive on the American shores every month, in an ironic parody of the American dream of centuries past. They come not to enjoy the gift of freedom, but to destroy those that hide behind it. Everyone wants a piece of the nightmare--not to own it–but to annihilate the madness that has taken over a once great dream of freedom and human dignity.

The Redding Wall stands as a tribute to technology and engineering. But like an old headstone, it is scared by time. Yet how could this monster exist in our world?

“...Called the 99 % solution, The Dirties calls out to a society in turmoil. It is both a great read and an answer to the inequity and loss we face as a society. Read how this prophetic novel meets the challenge of our times, and points to an answer. An answer without bloodshed, class warfare, or the need for a schism, The Dirties takes us to our roots as a nation--and in doing so--reveals America’s centuries old path to greatness...”

Remold Jaka has created the ultimate game. Called the Wholack Game, it is considered a heaven. A place where nothing can be denied and everything can be had. A game so immersive it changes the face of human endeavor. We've become a society where every right has been privatized, and every service has a cost. There is no right or wrong. Everyone is born an outlaw.
The impacts of law, the enforcement of justice, equal rights, medical care, fire protection, food, water, and everything else are moneymaking schemes to enter the nirvana of Wholack. Everything costs because everyone wants to get into the game called Wholack. For those that risk and lose it all--those that cannot afford the basic human rights package--there is FairGame. A set of parks where the only law is survival. The reaches of civilization stop at its boundaries. Even the Hunters that enter the FairGame preserves have no law to protect them. The Hobos certainly do not. The closest entities to law are the FairGame Administrators. A deadly job, with one advantage: a quick route into Wholack.
Remold is a man caught in success, a fool. He cannot assist the forces that seek to end the game, nor can he cope with the wreck of civilization that exists on Earth. Ending the game would put over a billion people back onto a planet that is more jungle than home, but it might end FairGame.
The culminating book of the four book series that started with The Galileo Syndrome then continued with The Fires of Home and The Dirties, see that with heaven in hand nothing is as it seems and meaning can live only as a door. Controlled by the great mysteries, the questions of life, love, death, the forces of time, we live learning their signs only to die. Seeing in the end that we are both emperor and fool, goddess and hag.
Or have we been looking at the wrong signs?
Perhaps it is all not as pointless as it once appeared.

Do you understand the American climate debate?
Do you ever want to laugh at it? Here it is, in all its absurdity:

ON NEW ORLEANS, FROM NOVEMBER 25, 2000 (yes that date is correct)
SANCHO: “So where are you off to, Quixote?”
QUIXOTE: “We’re closing down our offices in the great state of Louisiana. I’m selling some real estate and liquidating some assets--that kind of thing.”
SANCHO: “Why are your friends selling their real estate holdings in New Orleans?”
QUIXOTE: “I didn’t say that.”
SANCHO: “Did your address get given out to Greenpeace?”
QUIXOTE: “Nope. All I can say, Sancho, is one of the boys from Bermuda Biologicals got a little too loud in a Karaoke bar the other night and so I’m off to liquidate assets.”
SANCHO: “Something going to happen I should know about?”
QUIXOTE: “Where? What do you mean?”

ON ECONOMICS, FROM APRIL 3, 2006
QUIXOTE: There is nothing we can do to cope with global warming. We must stay the economic course.”
SANCHO: “First, you say we cannot modify our economic system.”
QUIXOTE: “Precisely, Sancho.”
SANCHO: “Because it is fragile.”
QUIXOTE: “Very.”
SANCHO: “Then you say that when our economic system is battered by climate change, its resiliency will carry us through the tough times.”
QUIXOTE: “Exactly, Sancho.”
SANCHO: “But we can’t adjust its course when it is healthy?”
QUIXOTE: “Now you have it, Sancho.”

Sancho: Sanctimonious Environmentalism

Quixote: Maniacal Capitalism