"I mean that Huey can’t put it down, son. He can’t put down the cross and take off the crown of thorns. He can’t mosey off the stage and go sit quietly in the corner. He’s the red-hot self-declared super-savior of the meek and downtrodden, and you can’t pull a stunt like that in America without somebody shooting you. That’s just the kind of thing we do in this country. Huey looks a mile high right now, but he’s made out of meat. Somebody’s gonna kill Huey. The lone nut sniper, a crowd of spooks outside the motorcade...." He shot Oscar a sudden opaque look. "I just hope he doesn’t get offed by somebody that I personally know."