"Long time no see," said the Mad Hatter as he poured 3 cups of Oolong.
"Is that saying still politically correct?" the White Rabbit mused, stirring a cube of sugar in his drink with a purple carrot.
"Nothing I'm saying is politically correct," chuckled the Hatter.
"Why id your cawot pupple?" asked Alice.
Alice swallowed a gulp of tea with a grimace. "Jus addergies. I think. Been weaddy bad since I moved to Potter Wanch last audum. May I bowwow yo sevieddd?" Alice grabbed the Rabbit's napkin and wiped a few drops of blood from her nose.
"It's all in your head, Alice," said the Hatter. "Literally. Or have you also experienced nausea and vomiting?"
"Flint, Michigan?" said the Hatter.
"No, the Presidential campaigns."
The Hatter yawned. "I told you. It's all theatre."
"Yeah, I remember. Hillary is the anointed candidate, and Trump is the bulldozer that keeps a threatening candidate from the GOP from getting traction. Bernie keeps the left occupied until he tosses the votes to Hillary at Democratic National Convention, and Hillary wins. But, it seems like things are going off script."
Alice coughed deeply, spraying tea on the park bench. "Soddy."
The Hatter brushed drops of blood off of his waistcoat. "Dude, you're not hearing me. Theatre." Seeing the Rabbit's puzzled frown, he added, "The campaign is the 'out-of-town' tryouts before opening on Broadway.
Script rewrites are legion, and even casting changes."
The rabbit scratched his chinny-chin-chin. "That could explain the latest twists..."
"Of course," said the Hatter, "If the audience doesn't connect with the star of the show, then re-casting gets put on the table. Bernie's supposed to be a supporting player. The Producers and Directors know he can't carry the show himself, so if Hillary is losing ground, you get the secret discussions with stars to replace her."
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