My boyfriend thinks these people will soon be rounding up the San Francisco queers and cattle-prodding them into camps behind barbed wire.
I say, "What? Those fat fools?"
"After the barbed wire comes extermination," he cogently argues. "History repeats itself."
"All they're worried about is where their next Double Whopper is coming from," I say.
"Don't put this up on the internet," he warns. "You'll get on their hit list."
"Oh, I'm so scared."
"You should take this seriously."
"I can't. I'm sorry."
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