Little Bigly Man

If you think America since 2016 couldn't get any more unpredictable and strange, Abraham Bush Crabb has some news, and you may want to sit down with a tequila Big Gulp. On the day before he dies in the year 2105, Abe, 108 years old more or less, offloads for his great-great-grandson most everything he can remember about his remarkable life that spans the entirety of the 21st Century. From being snatched out of the unwanted-baby drawer of a church in East Tennessee, through his youth as a precocious foster child of the high-strung congresswoman Myrna Mockley … … To his brief career as the favorite "private entertainer" for Washington's political elite … … To escaping death at the gruesome "Trump Massacre," getting the lowdown on the Vagilantes who handed billionaires their overdue comeuppance, scavenging Mar A Lago for Trump-branded sex toys and bric a brac, cheffing for the 1% on a everflight ship soaring over the climate catastrophes on earth. And that barely gets us to mid-century when America makes some moves that would have the founding fathers soiling their breeches. This immensely entertaining, rambunctious, fast-reading yarn pulls no punches and ends on a hopeful note for those who know the best of America will reemerge when the corrupt idiots get theirs. And they do. Abe has seen to it.