Silly Games
Silly Games
D. S. Mitchell
No, Not Today
It’s another cloudy day in Grants Pass, Oregon. The morning news sounds just like last night’s news. Does this mean we are entering an overly long season of re-runs coming out of the Trump White House? It looks like the Orange One has given me enough time to play a game; maybe more than one. If you’re thinking the woman is sounding a bit crazy, you could be right. I need a break from the freaking asshole taking up space in the people’s house. I’m not in the mood to be serious today. I was going to write an in-depth, thought-provoking, political post on Trump’s “emotional” response to the actions of his buddy, Vladimir Putin., instead, I am going to play a game my mother taught me close to 60 years ago.
Rules Of The Game
Here are the rules of today’s game. I will open a dictionary at some random place and I will, from the two open pages, keeping the words in sequential order, write a story. Today’s story will center on a well-known politician and his daughter. I challenge you to do it. It is harder than it sounds.
So, here we go. The dictionary I will be using is the one I keep on the shelf next to my desk in my alcove office. Everyday America English Dictionary, Edited by Ricard A. Spears, et al. NTC (National Textbook Company) 1987. Pages 130-131.
Daddy Thinks he Knows Best
Donald Trump dropped his 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 snickered.
“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 woman reporter asked me today, and I had no idea. Do you know?”
“Oh, Daddy, don’t worry about such stuff. Just say that information is 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 Truth Social finger than ANYONE else 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, bobbing her head up and down in self confirmation.
“Careful, Daddy, that bowl is very old and very fragile. Michelle Obama called it historic. She said something about Dolly Madison.”
“Historic?” Trump repeated, simultaneously tossing the object skyward and catching it with his left hand.
“Daddy, please, stop juggling it. Stop it.”
