Our man, Aesop:
So the Mouse had Miss Lion for bride;
Very great was his joy and his pride:
But it chanced that she put
On her husband her foot,
And the weight was too much so he died.
If the Trumpers think they can pick us all up and carry us over the threshold, they are mistaken.
I got on the subway in Manhattan tonight and found a Swastika on every advertisement and every window. The train was silent as everyone stared at each other, uncomfortable and unsure what to do.
One guy got up and said, “Hand sanitizer gets rid of Sharpie. We need alcohol.” He found some tissues and got to work.
I’ve never seen so many people simultaneously reach into their bags and pockets looking for tissues and Purel. Within about two minutes, all the Nazi symbolism was gone.
Nazi symbolism. On a public train. In New York City. In 2017.
“I guess this is Trump’s America,” said one passenger.
I would say so. For those of us unfortunately trapped on His Commuter Trains, I would agree. It ain’t easy living in Trump’s vibrant renewal. For New York Times op-ed flunkies though, these days are rich with stretch limos and runway models.
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