SCENE: A typical kitchen from the 1950s, HUSBAND has slicked back hair, wears suit and fedora, smokes his pipe while WIFE, in a dress, heels, and an apron, bends over the oven.
H: You know? This whole fascism thing makes a lot of sense!
W turns around with a casserole dish in mitted hands.
W: Who wouldn't want fascism? All us suburban white women are terrified of the black and brown people who work for us! At least the fascists will get them out of here!
H: Is the casserole ready? I'm starving!
W: Let it set for another ten minutes and then call the kids for dinner. I'm leaving for a meeting to get some books banned.