It's always a good day when the neighbors show up first thing. I've missed that early morning knocking at my door.
"Morning SJ! Brought you some coffee."
"Dang Meat, I thought you knew...I had to quit the caffeine."
Tater smacked him in the back of his head. "He knows all about it. He's just over-stimulated because I let him off the porch. So what do you think about Biden's pick?"
"Well Meat ain't the only one chomping at the bit, is he? I think that's about the best pick he could make. A former prosecuting attorney might be a real asset once somebody wrestles the Trump out of the White House."
Tater smiled, "Exactly what I was thinking. So you got any new death cult tidbits this morning."
"Well I've been researching. You know 8 of the ten states with the highest Covid death rates have Republican governors? And 16 of the top 20. Fourteen of the states with highest infection rates, too. Throw out New York and New Jersey, the early epicenters, and you get 16 of 20 again.
"And remember that picture last week of the school in Georgia with crowded halls and no masks? They've had to quarantine over 1,100 kids and thirty-something teachers in the whole district. That's just so far.
Tater's smile broadened. "You just can't beat that death cult!"
Meat's in his own little world. He downs his cup and pours himself another. He starts to sit down on the couch, but straightens back up and looks out the front window.
"SJ, who you reckon that Qanon feller is? When I was deep in the fever, I dreamed it was you."
"That's funny Meat, I've thought it might be you all along. Go ahead and fess up."
Tater rares back to smack me in the head. I flinch and she smiles. "Neither one of you two idiots could come up with that level of sick. Come on, the answer is clear as the nose on Meat's face."
Meat winces. "Well tell us who it is there Einstein. Like you have a clue!"
"I can't believe you haven't figured it out." Tater is pointing at me. "It's Trump's own version of Joseph Goebbels, Stephen Miller. How in the world haven't you figured that out by now?"
"Goebbels...that's a good one," Meat exclaims turning to Tater. I shake my head.
"Stephen Miller? Hmmmm...well, I guess it's possible. He definitely has the right level of depraved white boy thinking to come up with that crap...racist to the core and an unabashed crap stirrer...maybe you're on to something."
"You can tell that guy has a serious inner pedophile and he's super jealous he never visited Jeffrey Epstein's island. No wonder he worships Trump."
Tater gave me a smug look. "I guarantee it, and you want to know what seals the deal on Miller?"
"What's that," I ask.
Tater leans forward in her chair like a seasoned detective making revealing the ultimate proof. "He went to Duke, just like Rand Paul."
Just what I need. Two more reasons to hate Duke!