Back to the World

We met a couple pool side at the Roosevelt Hotel. They were eating Calamari and drinking martinis and they let us know that they were old college friends.

Class of 1987 - Stanford.

“I’m a liberal elite!” The man announced.

 He was a funny guy.

Of course the subject got around to the man who sucks the soul out of every discussion everywhere.

“If it wasn’t so tragic it might be hilarious,” he said. “Now he has people pulling for pedophilia.”

I noticed that the liberal elite couple was glib about it all. I asked a serious question.

“Will the Democracy survive?”

“Eventually it’ll be fixed, but we won’t be around.”

Nothing to be glib about.

“You don’t seem worried,” I said.

“Nothing I can do so I ignore it. I eat calamari and drink martinis.”

Which is easy to do when you’re not moving around in the real world.

But, there’s a point in there somewhere and I decided not to get wrapped up in the constant barrage of information that is designed to make us forget about being on a list for being a pedophile.

Nothing to be done.

I don’t like calamari though.