I showed a news article to Wifey regarding some art that had been found in Berlin that was thought to be lost after a fire in 1944.
“Where did they get off claiming it deviant or degenerate, anyway?” said Wifey while examining an attached photo of an Edwin Sharff sculpture.
“Ruse, most likely; so the muckity mucks could horde it all for themselves,” I replied. “All those Ambrose books about the 82nd Airborne and their capture of Berchtesgaden and The Eagle’s Nest detail a vast amount of art and other cultural treasures all the Nazi brass had stashed.”
“Oh,” she said. “Like the regime around here.”
“I wasn’t aware of any regime currently installed,” I said.
“Oh yea,” she warbled. “I assumed leader status years ago.”
“Well I certainly didn’t vote for you,” I replied indignantly.
“Buy me some shearling Acorn Slippers, swabbo, and I’ll forget you said that.”
And the wheels of government keep turning.