Re: the nut and handle what my snake is

marika <[email protected]> wrote:
> marika <[email protected]> wrote:
>> 
>> 
>> I saw my neighborb (the gardener) on my cemetery run today, and she told me
>> a Proud Boy lives in the apartment building across the street from my
>> house.
>> Couple other things she told me.
>> She has withdrawn ALL her money from all her investments and banks, and
>> keeps it all in cash in her house now, because she is worried that if trump
>> wins, not only will he destroy the economy, but he will gut the FDIC so
>> everyone in America (except for the billionaires) will lose all their
>> savings. (PS she is 75 years old)
>> She also told me she thinks the ear-shooting was an ‘inside job’ planned by
>> the trump team in order to get him sympathy and support right before the
>> RNC. She hasn’t completely worked out how the plot was arranged, and
>> whether or not secret service was in on it, but she absolutely believes the
>> shooter was “hired” by the trump team.
>> And though she’s not sure exactly where she can or will go, she expects to
>> leave the country if trump wins. She thinks if she doesn’t leave, he’ll
>> deport her somewhere anyway. She is white, not an immigrant, not an
>> activist or anything, but she really believes ALL Dems in the whole country
>> will be targeted for deportation.
>> 
> 
> The assassination inside job is the only one I have some problems with. I
> mean, there were real bullets fired, and a totally innocent guy in the
> bleachers was killed. It’s hard (for me) to square that as a planned event
> if for no other reason then because if the shooter didn’t miss at trump, he
> could’ve blown his head into a purée too. Pretty risky move, just for a
> bump in the polls. And I especially have a hard time believing trump the
> coward would agree to be shot at. 
> 
> 
> 


“ut I’ll tell you, I’m not eating any more of her cooking. She doesn’t
bathe or change clothes when she comes home. The lady in the drugstore
where Clancy buys her hairnets keeps asking me how her kidney trouble is.”
Sam strummed a chord to dramatize the point. The guitar was scarred and
stained at the neck. Sam’s fingers were just beginning to grow calluses;
his thumbs were still blistered, and the blisters broke and bled as he
played. Twelve Easy Lessons for Twelve-String Guitar lay yellowing beside
the record player. I wondered if he could read music.
“You’re a fine one to talk about other people bathing and changing
clothes.”
“Oh no. That’s a totally different proposition. I wash my hands,
brush my teeth, and put on clean underpants once every week. Besides, I
don’t wallow in horse piss. I don’t smell bad, do I?”
“Not bad. A little musty.”
From under Rennel’s feet, I fished out Sam’s unfinished “Wittgenstein: The
Effect of Swiss Cheese on Rye.” There were a lot of big words. He didn’t
write like he talked.
“You seem more impressed with his diet than with his philosophy,” I mused
aloud.
“What?” His expression[…]”

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Toad
Katherine Dunn