By D. S. Mitchell
Game Day
I know it is nearly July but it is another rainy day at the mountain, so I’ve got time to play some games. All I need to do, to get a break at Calamity Politics, is take it. I’m not in the mood to be serious today. I had thought I was going to write an in-depth, thought-provoking, political post about the Iranian threat. However, I’ve changed my mind, for the moment anyway.
A New Game
As I opened the dictionary laying on the table, I got an idea for a new game. Wow. I just invented a new game. At least I think it’s a new idea. I believe I can write a spontaneous, weird and crazy story, using a well-known politician and his family as the centerpieces of that silliness. The idea is that I will use all the words on whatever dictionary page falls open, in the order the words appear on the two open pages.
So, here we go. My source is the “Everyday America English Dictionary”, Edited by Richard A. Spears, et al. NTC (National Textbook Company) 1987. Pages 130-131.
Daddy Knows Best
Donald Trump dropped the fountain pen on the desk, and asked, “What’s for dinner tonight?”
“Some form of fowl that Donald Jr, bagged when he was on safari in Texas,” Ivanka answered.
“You are a fox,” Big Daddy Trump gushed, leering suggestively.
“Stop it, Daddy.”
“Do you know what fraction of the federal budget is being spent on Jr.’s security detail? Some reporter asked, and I had no idea. Do you know?”
“Oh, Daddy, don’t worry about such stuff. Just stamp it TOP SECRET, and if that ‘fake news’ lady asks again, you just tell her it’s, classified.”
“Of course, of course. You’re right, sweetie. I have more power in my twitter finger than ANYONE in the world! Especially some ‘fake news’ reporter.”
“We should have that finger insured. What if there’s a fracture? It would be a disaster,” she said shaking her head in self-confirmation.
“Careful, Daddy, that glassware is very old and very, very fragile. Michelle Obama called that glassware historic.”
“Historic?” he said with a twinkle in his eye.
Daddy, please, stop juggling the glassware.”
“Damn! I don’t know why there’s no carpet in here? You’d think, the designer would have figured out that somebody might drop something once in a while. Bad design. Really, Bad. Bad.”
“Daddy there’s a piece missing. Do you see the last fragment somewhere? Maybe we can get Melania to glue them back together.”
He bent down, picked up a large chunk of the broken glassware, and handed it to Ivanka.
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