"You and all the other suckers around here got bamboozled by this con. Hey, I agree with your homeless friend - 'The country asked for it and now they are getting it.'- I still can't believe you are gullible enough to believe this is the right guy for the job." Uncle Ned is not a Trump fan - "Look," I tell him for the tenth time, "I don't pay attention to his Twitter. You have to look at the bigger picture & with me that is China. You know my beliefs. I have shared them in the blog for years. Now we got a guy who wants to do something about it instead of just giving 'lip service.' - I find his approach to China refreshing. Trump is setting a course in Asia that should have been done thirty years ago - All the other bullshit I don't care about." - Hopefully Ned is able to digest my beliefs. It becomes tiresome explaining it over & over.
He starts in about how Trump lied about not knowing his lawyer paid off a hooker - "Who gives a shit?" I reply, "No one I know cares if he screwed a hooker behind his wife's back. How is worrying about that going to put money in my pocket? Most men of means do things like that? Believe me, Las Vegas is a place where they do it. It's just part of doing business." - He bellows - "Screwing hookers is part of doing business. Is that what you are saying genius?" -- "'Don't be naïve Ned. They're line items for 'entertainment' everywhere on corporate ledgers. They are labeled discreetly, but everyone knows what it means," I answer accordingly.
We chat about the weather for a minute and he mentions his upcoming birthday - "I will be sixty six years old in a few weeks. No one thought I would make it this long." Ned's health eroded years ago & his life turned stationary - "Why don't you strike it rich in Las Vegas & you can move me out there and provide around the clock care for your poor uncle Ned." If I had the wherewithal, I would - I tell him such & he says - "Don't worry about it good buddy. I am getting along fine in Hutchinson. It's where I was born & it will be where I die."
"Who is this Mad Max guy in your blog? Is he one of your dip shit friends from Clowntown? He sounds like one of them. Don't you have any normal friends Robbie? Mad Max, Jesus - what a flake." - Ned nicknamed Madison (Clowntown) when I was a kid. The moniker stuck - "Don't tell me he's one of these guys who thinks the government is eavesdropping on him. Why would he think he is that important? What a buffoon." - Mad Max is paranoid. I relay it to Ned & he says - "Of what? His shadow. You really need to find some normal friends - Jesus, this Mad Max guy you are describing is a nut job." -- "Don't call him that," I say with regard, "He is a 'prepper.' - There is nothing crazy about following your beliefs." - He mumbles something incoherent after my statement & then says - "Look, I would like to sit here all day and listen to you tell me about all the weirdos in your blog from 'Clowntown.' - Fortunately, I have better things to do - Jeopardy starts in two minutes." He then hangs the phone up without saying goodbye.
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