Path of least resistence is what makes the river grow crooked

After reading the January 22nd issue of the New Yorker, I came upon an article on a man by the name of Adam Gadahn .
Also known as Azzam the American. Adam grew up in California where the sun always shines with his parents and goats.
Then Adam let the sands of things pull at him in confusion and after a stint with Christian death metal, he converted to Islam, and before long was in Pakistan as a groupie of some of the hardest hitting men in the terroism industry. He started translating and making tapes, airing them, and becoming a spokesperson for different anti-American organizations. He became an expatriate quickly and now declares that America's streets will soon run red with the blood of the sinners and capitalists and those in doubt and denial of their higher duty and calling to Allah.
There is something about Adam and expatriates in general that intrigue me immensely. After studying Ezra Pound and his stint of welcoming fascism, I've been thinking about the idea of turning away from your culture and home, native tongue, and making such an extreme exodus of the soul.
In comparison to Uncle Walt, who embraced and hugged every thought and syllable of America, these commuters are eye catching. Or maybe Keourac, who took her and her crazy nights, and loved the spontaneity of all America's fuckups and dreams, no matter how haphazordous and intoxicating they were. Surely Adam isn't the poet these previous men were. Surely there is something to reason why out of a seemingly normal Jewish household, he was the only out of three children that turned extremeist.


I can see Adam being a character in this all. Here with the wires and the machines, he, Walt, Ezra, Allen, and I will all sit around and have coffee. Maybe Adam doesn't drink coffee, but nevertheless, we'll sit around and do what we do as Flynn says.
I don't see Pound as a bad guy, so I don't know how I would see Adam as one.
Maybe I don't have an allegiance anymore, althought I've always thought I did.
Maybe I should plegde to people now instead of cloth, and that way try to figure out who's side anyone is on.

I'm composing a one-act play and I think I just got my antagonist.