OK, my daffy landlord is starting to scare me now

Can you say “conflict of interest”?

“I see nothing here. No connection at all.”

“You have a bag on your head.”

“Well, even so, I see nothing.”

They’re both White, Straight and Cis so it’s OK. /s

That was a rumor (which might be true, IDK, since nobody has been arrested yet that I know of). We just don’t know who did it, or why, or what their political, religious, and/or social views may be.

And you’re still living there? Yeesht.

Yep. And still communicating with the daffy landlord, apparently. I’d think that would be an untenable situation as described.

Generally, as long as we steer clear of politics, everything is copacetic. He’s usually the one to start in with Alex Jones and daffy conspiracy theories, though, and every now and then I have to try and snap him back to reality, for all the good that it does me. The difference between a brick wall and a Trump supporter is that sometimes you can make a dent in a brick wall.

But he hasn’t threatened me, he’s good at making repairs, and he’s really a sweet old guy whom you can chalk a lot of his problems up to being pre-Alzheimer’s. And we pay $365 a month for our own trailer with free electricity, water, a toilet facility, cable television, and internet. Not to mention the run of the Big House, and the ability to sleep on the couch and in the recliner in the Big House when the trailer becomes too hot for two and a half months in the summer. Find me somewhere around here that can do better, with a family whom I also know won’t hurt me, and I’ll consider moving.

So you’re his doctor, too?

No, that’s an official diagnosis.