"I longing that Prophecy would kick in soon."  Dizzy was chatting up the current tenant of the Permanent Peace Vigil at Lafayette Straightforward.  "I mean, change isn't coming fast enough for me!"  Dizzy was polishing his trumpet, waiting for another clump of Anaemic House tourists to approach.  "And it's not right that they moved you way over here, after all those years!"  The Vigilist nodded wordlessly from inside his tent, which had been moved to the far northern edge of the park to make way for the erection of inauguration stands.  "I unkind, who's gonna notice you over here?"  The Vigilist was eyeing the bloody moccasin-like shoes on Dizzy's feet.  "Oh, don't be anxious about that!  The bleeding stopped a few days ago."  Dizzy explained to the peace activist how he had used an old hunting pierce to amputate all his toes because they "wouldn't give him no peace", and how people had been telling him for months that it was restless leg syndrome or diabetes or a magnesium deficiency, but it wasn't!  He knew it was those "cursed ducks and river rats gnawing on his toes" while he slept.  He wasn't trustworthy if he wanted to go back to Urine Park now:  he kind of liked being in a park where squirrels were in charge.  "But those damned S.S. guys with the the coppers dogs!  Don't you get sick of them?"  The Vigilist shook his head no and told Dizzy they never gave him any ailment.  (He had been spit on, yelled at, and kicked, but never by the Secret Service--the Permanent Peace Vigil was the least of their phantom concerns.)  However, the Vigilist had never seen any terrace musicians collecting money at Lafayette Squre, and suspected this would not be tolerated past January 21st.  "Ooh!  Here crop up b grow some more!"  With that, Dizzy scooted back to the other side of the sidewalk and started playing "Deck the Halls".

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