from the Dept. of Disturbing, which has been awfully active lately

Yesterday's phone call to Mom lasted about half an hour, as usual, but there are a few seconds of it that stuck in my mind, whether I like it or not. I was telling Mom about Nazis painting swastikas everywhere.

Mom: But Hitler's dead.
Me: [brief stunned silence] They're trying to bring him back in spirit, Mom.

She simply can't conceive of a fascist takeover here. And she's far from alone. (It occurred to me later that she may think I'm saying the Nazis are attempting some kind of seance; she's into the woo.) And this is nothing compared to the tales of brick walls I hear my co-workers running into when they talk to their families.

Getting people, especially older people of any political stripe, to get it is (for now?) a monumental task. People are going to die because of this election.

Happy thotz:

1. My lower back and my toenail have healed up. If I'm going to protest & stuff, I need to be 100%, right?
2. People are melting the phone lines to the House oversight committee. They're the people who'd call hearings into Trump's conflicts of interest.
3. The protest at Green Lake that I went to on Saturday made the local paper.
4. My sleep is still kind of meh, but I'm doing pretty well for MBSOs.

To do: Thanksgiving ingredients, letters to electors.