The silent majority, without doubt, is terrifying, bent on “creating souls of immunity” out of the war-torn remains of “Arlington Cemetery.”  Yet the “vocal minority” doesn’t assert their ascendancy or demand race war; it’s really a fundamental difference in beat: they live on the two and four (while the majority lives on the one and three).  Second in line and last in everything, this spatial, sonic, and stress(ed out) positioning grants the right to claim true democracy, with this caveat: 4/4 is still a steady pulse and throbbing commitment to shared “humanity”–another “hanging tree.”  Perhaps, though, this is the limit of our shared “national emergency,” grooved out and locked in.