SCENE: Mitch BERG is walking out of the Riverview Theater in south Minneapolis. Surrounded by hipsters and hippies as far as the eye can see, he tacitly wonders what the hell all these pretenders have done with his old neighborhood.
As BERG approaches the door, Avery LIBRELLE walks in, early for the next showing of “Antifa: The Musical”.
BERG: Er, hey, Avery. What’s…
LIBRELLE: Linnae Tweeden danced like a slut.
BERG: Er, yeah. And…?
LIBRELLE: She was a cheesecale pinup girl.
LIBRELLE: She kissed other men and patted their backsides.
BERG: And so…?
LIBRELLE: So Al Franken didn’t do anything wrong in that photo.
BERG: Even though he admitted to it himself.
LIBRELLE: Senator Franken, peace be upon him, has no more control over his utterances than he has over what his hands do in the presence of a scantily-dressed wanton slut.
BERG: Wait, wait, wait – so if a random guy at the office were to say “that woman is dressed provocatively, so I’m going to go grope her…”
LIBRELLE: It’s sexual assault. The moral equivalent of rape.
BERG: But if Al Franken does it…
LIBRELLE: She’s a slut who provoked the lusts of his innocent victim, Al Franken.
BERG: So… (searches for words)
LIBRELLE: Also, she’s a Republican.
BERG: So that makes it OK.
LIBRELLE: I’m not saying it’s OK…
BERG: Oh, OK. Thank goodness…
LIBRELLE: But it’s OK.
BERG: OK. We’re getting somewhere. So – men in general look with any lust in their heart upon a woman, no matter how she’s dressed…?
LIBRELLE: Rapists who should be chemically neutered.
BERG: Al Franken, who touched a woman in a leering provocative manner with out consent?
LIBRELLE: Helpless before the wiles of a fallen Republican siren.
LIBRELLE: Hey, Merg – is the popcorn vegan?
BERG: Only the buttered kind.
(BERG continues out down the street to his car, shaking his head)