Lilith made a bee line toward the guard shack at the cemetery. There's sometimes a chicken there, amid the rows of cut flowers in their plastic bonnets. I saw S. at the other end of the shack, said, "how do you like President Musk and the billionaires?" Oh Musk's not a real billionaire, he said; a fake. "They're just swapping Trump out the way they swapped out Biden," he continued. "Trump is 6'4 and Musk is 6'2" but in recent photos, Musk is taller."
"Who are they?" I asked. THEM, he responded. The cabal. "What cabal?" I asked. He couldn't say. "You know," I said, "Steve Bannon is a racist's racist, and now he's accusing Musk of being racist." "Oh, Bannon was never in prison," S said. "He came out of prison with a deep tan, you know." (I pointed out that there are tanning salons in NYC.) "And the January 6 guys were never in prison, either."
"I don't believe you!" I said. "Because you . . . " but Lilith pulled me toward the exit, past heaps of old Christmas ornaments out for trash pick-up.
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