Another dog walk through politics

There are two Jacks in our court (fancy term for parking lot area), one is orange and the other black, white highlights on both sides of his nose, denoting age if not wisdom. The truth is, black Jack is a goofy animal. He carries a square green ball, which he mostly drops under cars or loses to other dogs. He lets the ball go when Lilith gets close. Jack's person is P, a woman about my age who's recently gone gray, single mom to two grown children, one of whom is epileptic, the other of whom is simply a mystery. Her brothers are filthy rich right wing Republicans, one of whom has three Chinese women vying for his attention, or so he says. P. is religious, attends services at the mall's movie theater, thinks more people should be going to church now. We talk for a bit about the news; she fulminates about all that the Trump family has stolen. We lament the absence of a federal government. As our conversation comes to a close, she asks, "whatever happened to assassinating presidents? Wasn't that a thing?"