Ah Mike, one of my good buddies is a Trumpite. Eerily enough, your namesake! But no Luddite. He’s articulate and kind. And loves guns. As do I but only as objects of wood and metal beauty. Hunts deer and eats them.

When he voted for the T word, I asked him, that man hates my gender, race, religion and is ignorant how can you possibly be my friend?! He shuffled, hummed and hawed and said what many erstwhile trumpites said: oh he’s just a big drama. Doesn’t mean it!

Well, we all know how that went.

He’s still my friend. And he’s human and a white supremacist. He made an exception for me. He thought I was an anomaly in an ocean of colored ignorance: artist, writer, ahem good looking and rich. Exotica got to him.

Ah Mike. You live and learn.

Thanks for a great essay.