“Two thirds of them still say the election was stolen,” Jane said as she dug into her crab-cake Po’ boy.
“The ones in power know better but pretend they believe anyway,” Dick noted.
“It’s about avoiding primary challenges.”
“And ‘owning’ the libs.”
“Nobody does fear better than you do, Dicky.
“Pedophiles! Pedophiles! Pedophiles!”
”And nobody does inferiority like you do.”
“It‘s easy to get folks to look down on unwed mothers and immigrants who aren’t from Nordic countries.”
“I think you’ve found your calling,” Dick told Jane as he reached for a packet of horseradish.
“Move over George Orwell,” she laughed.
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