Bluegrassrivals

When the Stranger says: “What
is the meaning of this city?
Do you huddle close together
because you love each other?”
What will we answer?
“We all dwell together to make
money from each other”?
Or “This is a community?”

-T.S. Eliot

At Mar-a- Lago, where the elites who are feasting on an economic banquet not quite trickling down to the working poor, the above is a punch line: “We tricked ‘em again.” “Spanky” Tweet is President. That doesn’t make him “in Christ.”