Mr. Tea
Shub-Niggurath, Please
I loved this bit:
The ability of wealthy, white, Christian conservatives to fantasize their own victimhood or impending destruction never fails to amaze me.
A couple hours outside Jackson, I met Catharine O’Neill, whose family once owned these mountains. Her great-great-grandfather was John D. Rockefeller, and she worked in Trump’s State Department. Now, she was living in a modest little house outside of Casper, Wyoming, and was about to have her first child with a home appraiser she’d met after moving there. She isn’t hiding out exactly, but, like many Americans these days, she has a sense that things are cracking up.
“Election night we were talking, kind of joking,” she said. At the time she was living in DC. “I was afraid of being thrown into a concentration camp. I know that sounds crazy.”
The ability of wealthy, white, Christian conservatives to fantasize their own victimhood or impending destruction never fails to amaze me.