Greetings Readers
In these times of political stress, it is always good for one to induct a little crazy irony and humor now and then. In this I ask you the reader to view the following with a smile and perhaps a little criticism:
So, I have found the anti-Trump public will not engage with me in a harmless prank or two aimed at the expense of Donald Trump and his White House.
Among the dirty tricks I’ve planned I mention placing pieces offal in a well sealed envelope and posting it to 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, Washington DC with an appropriate note. I had already prepared for the task with surgical gloves and masks for bagging the stuff. After the act I would admit doing the dirty deed taking full responsibility. Strangely enough I did not have not one taker. Hmm! Trump must be getting popular.
Of course it was too mild a prank, so I decided to do something more exciting and lethal. That was to deliver a peace proposal directly to hand of Donald Trump in person. This, thanks to the inspiration by singer, songwriter Marty Robbins. Reference Robbin’s song: EL PASO, the last five paragraphs to see how I made out.
Here I am at last high on a h hill overlooking the White House, I can see Trump’s office door below. My love for Peace and Justice pushes me onward so off the hill with my scooter I go.
I look to my right, I see five Secret Service agents, off to my left are a dozen or more, shouting and shooting, I can’t let them catch me, I must make it to Trump’s office door.
Suddenly there is something dreadfully wrong for I feel a deep burning pain in my side. I’m trying to stay on the scooter, but I’m unable to ride. But with my love for peace and Justice I rise where I had fallen, although I am weary I can’t stop to rest. I must make delivery to Trump’s office front door.
Shortly I hear the crack of a rifle and see the white puff of smoke from a sniper. I feel the bullet go deep into my chest. From out of nowhere evils U. N. Ambassador Haley a former CIA Director John Pompeo have found me; John grasping my throat as he kneels by my side fumbling an attempt at CPR.
Who do you work for? Who are your contacts? China, Russia, Iran, Australia?
I gasp, ” Please no more fake questions, Pompeo. Haven’t you realized the U. S. alone is its own worst enemy? Gruggle, gurggle and fading as I rasp a Good Bye..!
All the Best… and some of the worst political humor you’ll ever hear.
Ron Miller
