Birth of a Nation (Gross)

Like there's Ray, ensconced en la commode, securely locked up in the Boy's Comfort Station, when suddenly everyone at the Cow Barn hears this excited cry,  Birth of a Nation,  again and again. But then, after a few moment's silence, we all hear a flush.  And sadly, Ray's nation is on its way to the Platt Ponds;  the raw material fer Dillo Dirt.

But all joking aside, Karl the Tracker Druid told Ray, and Ray told Crumby, that one of the arts of being a great tracker is shitting out 3-d maps. Like Karl once shit out a perfect 3-d map of the US, minus the Republic of Texas, but including the Alaska Welfare State and the Hawaiian Island chain with a tiny pin flag in the shit, indicating where Karl would locate the principal subject of his current investigation.  And many wonder why Karl ingests tiny pin flags.

Turns out, the hardened rapist Karl was tracking had fled to the Wyoming Welfare State. And a solitary particular tiny pin flag indicated the precise real-time domicile of that criminal element, just outside Casper.  Goodness!  Karl had to go to Casper.  Mercy!  What the petit-bourgeois will do to survive as a class!