From my novel. The main character contemplates the aftermath of a skinhead riot at the club:
These guys were all the same. It wasn't muscle or even hair-trigger rage--it was sheer stupidity that gave them strength. They were never going away. They'd stay here forever, never changing, because they couldn't imagine anything else, or make any other choice. That was the only power they had. They were dumber than everybody else.
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