Leopards Ate My Face

I frequently chat with my neighbor who is a Q-class Trumper. Over the past year, I've been able to observe the leopards licking his face as if I were filming a nature documentary in 4k. We actually get along great. I like having a window into whatever inane, batshit information he consumes, and he really enjoys my company, as I don't outwardly judge him, and I listen. Naturally, he's on disability and dependent upon the state. As such, he's running low on funds and needs to move in a couple months.

We had elections this past week in my state. I told him that I voted, and he offered up some excuses as to why he can't make it to the polls. We tend not to directly discuss politics, because I told him a long time back that I'm still salty about Bernie. Deep down, he knows that we don't align, but he doesn't want to rock the boat. I give his pets treats. I give him treats. He occasionally mentions various religion-based conspiracies and alludes to looming conflict and the criminality of the left, but he's become more mum on this front. I think, the gears may be turning in his head.

I don't have any grand insights with which to conclude my anecdote. I give the guy a 30-70 chance of rediscovering reality. But, by being nice to the dude, I do think his chances are much better than they would be had I ignored him the past few years.