My Conversation With a Trumper
About ten days ago, my door bell rang. I was going to ignore it since we have been hunkered down for the last seven months while living in a gated community. We don't get visitors and we don't visit anyone. But the door bell rang again very persistently so I knew it was my next door neighbor. Reluctantly I went to the door, she had her mask on and I said just a minute so I could get my mask. Instead of calling me, she chose to come to my house to advise us that they would be gone the following week. Here are some highlights of our conversation: Me: I don't like wearing a mask, but I know it is necessary. Neighbor: I think it might be a hoax. Me: No, it's real. Neighbor: Biden is too old to be president. He has dementia. Me: No he doesn't. He had a stutter as a young boy and sometimes he has to pause... Seriously, you think he has dementia when there is a person in the WH who cannot complete a sentence and speaks in circles. Neighbor: Well, Biden is