donbosco
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FLASHBACK ONE YEAR!!! I took the bus downtown the other afternoon. In Guatemala-style I stood toward the front. Across from me sat a middle-age mustachioed white fellow in a T-shirt and ball cap. Everything nondescript. The symbol on the hat rang no bells. On the seat beside him sat a 12-Pack of Busch Light in a white transparent plastic bag. It was open and there was at least one can missing.
I’m not sure how we started talking but it was a polite and relatively normal opening. He was southern by accent but his wasn’t as thick as mine. I wouldn’t judge him from Western North Carolina but neither could I say exactly where. A lot of places would be my gamble.
After a fairly normal stranger interchange of roughly four sentences - two from me, two from him - he proclaimed, “Joe Biden has spent $40 billion bringing illegal aliens here.” There was no going anywhere at that point and I was curious so I asked, “Why would he do that?” No answer. “They’re here taking our place.” Did he find some kind of kinship with me? An old white man bond? I wasn’t dressed up though I did have a shirt on with a collar. Nothing I was wearing sported any allegiance. I did have a daypack over my shoulder. It could have had some beer inside.
He went on and grew increasingly robotic and unresponsive to questions. “Biden should go to jail.” I responded, “But the Supreme Court has ruled that presidents have immunity from prosecution for actions taken in office hasn’t it?” No reaction. “They are spending our money - your money too - to bring the illegals here to vote. I know border folks.” I said, “You talked to people who know about all this money? $40 billion dollars? Where are you learning about this?”
His eyes kind of glazed over when I asked for sources. “Who are the ‘They’ that you are talking about? The ‘They’ that want citizens replaced with undocumented immigrants?” (My refusal to use the term “illegal” for a person surely labeled me ‘librul.’) He slipped into a “Biden is a traitor” mantra. I reached my stop, told him “Adios” and "Que le vaya bien" - which seemed to hit him like a wet rag across the face, and on my way out of the bus, I turned to the driver, who gave me a wry smile, and said, “You need a raise.” Her smile widened. I hope he got those Busch Lites into a cooler before they became completely rancid.
I’m not sure how we started talking but it was a polite and relatively normal opening. He was southern by accent but his wasn’t as thick as mine. I wouldn’t judge him from Western North Carolina but neither could I say exactly where. A lot of places would be my gamble.
After a fairly normal stranger interchange of roughly four sentences - two from me, two from him - he proclaimed, “Joe Biden has spent $40 billion bringing illegal aliens here.” There was no going anywhere at that point and I was curious so I asked, “Why would he do that?” No answer. “They’re here taking our place.” Did he find some kind of kinship with me? An old white man bond? I wasn’t dressed up though I did have a shirt on with a collar. Nothing I was wearing sported any allegiance. I did have a daypack over my shoulder. It could have had some beer inside.
He went on and grew increasingly robotic and unresponsive to questions. “Biden should go to jail.” I responded, “But the Supreme Court has ruled that presidents have immunity from prosecution for actions taken in office hasn’t it?” No reaction. “They are spending our money - your money too - to bring the illegals here to vote. I know border folks.” I said, “You talked to people who know about all this money? $40 billion dollars? Where are you learning about this?”
His eyes kind of glazed over when I asked for sources. “Who are the ‘They’ that you are talking about? The ‘They’ that want citizens replaced with undocumented immigrants?” (My refusal to use the term “illegal” for a person surely labeled me ‘librul.’) He slipped into a “Biden is a traitor” mantra. I reached my stop, told him “Adios” and "Que le vaya bien" - which seemed to hit him like a wet rag across the face, and on my way out of the bus, I turned to the driver, who gave me a wry smile, and said, “You need a raise.” Her smile widened. I hope he got those Busch Lites into a cooler before they became completely rancid.