There's a riot of purple in Maine in the summer: lupine, purple loosestrife, fireweed, irises, campanula, coneflowers, foxglove, clover. Many of these are weeds, wild and even invasive, rooting about like kings. Then there's this viney-stuff I can't identify that thrives along the edges of lawns and roads, that smothers and kills other plants (also like kings). I pull it out when I see it invading the gardens and the rose bush. But it looks rather nice along the road, hiding the tossed coffee cups and cigarette butts.
A weed is a plant in the wrong place. Purple is the color associated with royalty. When the President invades Maine this summer, does he therefore fit right in?
Let's just say that Walker's Point is not really Maine. Let's say that one man's meat is another man's poison.
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