Last night after Elwood and I saw our movie, we went to our neighborhood's Irish-ish place. We each ordered a beer and chatted for a while. In the middle of our conversation I was frowning at the sound system. "What's the name of this song?" I asked Elwood. I started reciting the lyrics, because I've heard it a zillion times. (I think this joint has a playlist of approximately 50 songs that they've been looping through on repeat for the whole time the business has been open. We probably heard this same song during our first visit there in 2005.)
"What is it?" I asked him again. "I took out my dog / and him I did shoot. What is it?"
"What?!?!" replied Elwood. "What did you just say?"
"I took out my dog / and him I did shoot," I said again. "It's the song they'll play at Kristi Noem's installation into whatever position she's going to hold in the Trump administration."
It was a joke, a wee bitter joke about a person who had disappeared from my radar entirely after doubling down on her choice to shoot her dog. There was speculation that she had been a contender for the VP slot on the Trump ticket, and there was further speculation that she had disqualified herself with the dog-shooting hullabaloo.
But tonight I looked at the NYT homepage and discovered that she's going to head up the Department of Homeland Security.
Maybe it's true that in Trumpworld the only disqualifying offense is disloyalty.
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