The Yellowed Letter and the Google Challenge
It was just getting light when I got up to pee. On the way back to bed I stumbled over the pile of dirty laundry.. (Don’t worry, Mom, I will keep my New Year’s Resolution and go to the laundromat,, real soon.) On the floor between the pile and the door I saw a yellowed, grimy envelop, addressed to me in a spidery hand. Uh oh! It had to be from Zombie! More trouble.
Sure enough, above the big Z which Zombie used for a signature, was this message, “ Dumbo my love- You think Trump is a demagogue not a populits . See what Google thinks..
Love Z. ”
OK. OK I turned on the old IBM CPU which my parents had given me fifteen years ago when I was applying to college , made a cup of coffee, , waited some more for it to boot up, then Googled . “Trump populist.” Did you know there are about 10,600,000 results for this search? For ”Trump demagogue” a paltryy 418,000..
Vox popul, vox sapientiumi! Zombie will gloat.
What a terrible way to start the day, I’d ben totally outvoted. Add that to being broke, living alone in this lousy garret, amid a stinking pile of laundry, my only friend a zombie ... Well, you get the point. Maybe something will turn up before Friday night when I have the rendezvous with Zombie at the mausoleum. I sure hope so.
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