Thanks to a technique I learned from Betty the Coyote Goddess (keep reading for more on Betty), I've been able to telepathically link to far away people. Most notably, I had this exchange with President Trump earlier today. I post it here without comment. Harry the Human
Me: Mr. President, some of the things you do don't make sense.
Trump: Such as?
Me: Well, I don’t understand why you ridiculed Rob Reiner and his wife after they were murdered. It upset people. Even many of your supporters didn’t like it. Since we’re in this special, protected space, can you explain why you would do something like that?
Trump: Sure, Harry. I don't really have to please anyone any more- that's the beauty of being on top like I am. All of MAGA could turn against me, I wouldn't care. I'll be starting some big major wars, and my opponents will be too busy surviving to bother me about anything. As for Reiner, he criticized me. I hate when people do that. Don't you hate when people criticize you?
Me: Sometimes, but I don’t rejoice at their deaths, at least not publicly. Don’t you worry that people will rejoice at your death?
Trump: No. Quite frankly, I don't give a shit. How about you, do you care what people think of you when you're dead?
Me: Uhm, kind of.
Me: Mr. President, some of the things you do don't make sense.
Trump: Such as?
Me: Well, I don’t understand why you ridiculed Rob Reiner and his wife after they were murdered. It upset people. Even many of your supporters didn’t like it. Since we’re in this special, protected space, can you explain why you would do something like that?
Trump: Sure, Harry. I don't really have to please anyone any more- that's the beauty of being on top like I am. All of MAGA could turn against me, I wouldn't care. I'll be starting some big major wars, and my opponents will be too busy surviving to bother me about anything. As for Reiner, he criticized me. I hate when people do that. Don't you hate when people criticize you?
Me: Sometimes, but I don’t rejoice at their deaths, at least not publicly. Don’t you worry that people will rejoice at your death?
Trump: No. Quite frankly, I don't give a shit. How about you, do you care what people think of you when you're dead?
Me: Uhm, kind of.
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