Quote of the Day:
“Women should be obscene and not heard.” –Groucho Marx
A Love Story
Last night’s girl lay naked in his bed, only her face and the red-tipped toes of her left foot exposed in the bright morning light. Her name was Pepper and she’d said she was an old fashioned girl. Doubtless she was a complex being, multidimensional, thoughtful, but that was none of his concern. They had agreed beforehand–no obligations.
She was feeling quite jocular as she observed the guy massaging his temples, tossing back a packet of BC and chasing it with coffee before sticking a couple of frozen waffles in the toaster. Watching him splash cold water on his face, she playfully remarked how she’d never have guessed six hours ago that he’d turn out so brittle. He managed to smile at her astute observation. Wit and wisdom–he might have gotten more than he bargained for.
“So what was that move you did, where you kind of juked left and then tiptoed along the fault line?”
He just smiled at her again and shook his head, laid her waffle on the table and headed out the door. His head was pounding, but his mind was at peace. Hers too, coincidentally. He was almost to the parking lot when he suddenly turned around and jogged back to his bedroom window and knocked. Her eyes appeared between the blinds.
“I call it the “rat-fink“!”
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Quote of the Day:
“Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it everywhere, diagnosing it incorrectly and applying the wrong remedies.” –Groucho Marx
A Hate Story
The opposition campaign manager watched the smallish brittle man in a sweater vest spewing hatred from his monitor, assigning fault for all the country’s ills to those with the least power to impact matters one way or the other. It did not make him angry; to the contrary, the televised tirade produced in him jocularity. He turned to the others watching with him in the war room.
“We are going to expose that man for the multidimensional rat fink that he is. Witless! A waffler! He is incapable of stopping us. In this very room we will fashion an instrument of intellectual torture to strip him naked before the bright lights of public scrutiny and then pepper spray him with his own words! He will know not a moment of peace! He may juke and jive his way through this primary, but I feel obligated to this nation to crush his power in the womb, and so we shall.”
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