Thank You Vladimir

I can’t believe this happened. I think we have entered the Twilight Zone.

Donald Trump thanked Russian President Vladimir Putin today for expelling American diplomats from the Russian embassy on the grounds that “we’re going to save a lot of money.”

“I want to thank him because we’re trying to cut down our payroll, and as far as I’m concerned I’m very thankful that he let go of a large number of people because now we have a smaller payroll,” Trump told reporters at his golf club in Bedminster, New Jersey.

“There’s no real reason for them to go back,” he added. “I greatly appreciate the fact that we’ve been able to cut our payroll of the United States. We’re going to save a lot of money.”

This is just too bizarre to comprehend. Trump has apparently vested to his BFF Vladimir Putin the responsibility to set staffing levels for the United States Department of State.

And where the hell is Secretary of State Rex Tillerson? His silence is deafening.

Well, I guess this proves who’s actually calling the shots in America these days. Yep, you got him, Vladimir.


The Big Picture


“Sorry, I don’t see it,” Hank said.

“Oh come on,” Marilyn said. “Look again. Look harder.”

“I’m looking as hard as I can,” Hank responded, his eyes squinting as he stared at the rocky mountainside dark against the setting sun. “I just don’t see it.”

Marilyn was exasperated. “What do you see?” She asked.

“I can’t tell,” Hank answered. “It’s too far away. It’s either a pile of rocks or a tree growing out of a crack. Or maybe it’s someone standing on the summit.”

Marilyn looked toward the huge rocky cliff. “What exactly are you looking at?”

Hank looked at Marilyn. He was confused. “I’m looking at what you asked me to look at,” he responded. He pointed to the outcropping at the top of the mountain. “That thing that is sticking up from the top. You said it looks like a young girl, but I just don’t see it.”

“No!” Marilyn said. “I said that it looks like the silhouette of a young girl’s face has been carved into the side of the mountain.  Look harder. Don’t you see it?”

“Oh yeah!” Hank exclaimed. “She’s sitting down at the top of the mountain and her long hair is blowing in the wind.”

“You know what you’re problem is, Hank?” Marilyn said, shaking her head back and forth. “You can never see the big picture.”

Written for this week’s Thursday Photo Prompt from Sue Vincent.



“How could you?” he yelled, glaring at her with pain and hurt in his eyes.

“How could I what?” she asked, bewildered.

“Oh my God,” he replied. “Don’t you dare act so innocent. I know what you did.”

“Honey, please, tell me what has you so upset,” she said.

“Ha!” he retorted. “I know I’m just a kid but I’m not stupid.”

“Oh sweetie, I know you’re not stupid, but I honestly don’t know why you’re so angry at me.” She moved toward him to give him a hug but he backed away.

“I saw the evidence” he said. “It’s right there on the kitchen countertop.” She looked over at the counter, but shook her head, not knowing what he was referring to.

“Look,” he yelled, pointing to the cutting board on the counter. “It’s got green slime all over it. It’s clear that you have betrayed my trust.”

She looked down at him with a resigned look on her face. “Okay, you’re right. I chopped up a green pepper and put it in the meatloaf,” she admitted. “But I chopped it so fine that you won’t even know it’s in there.”

“But Mom, you know I hate green peppers. I hate them!” He continued to glare at his mother.

She put a slice of the meatloaf on his plate. “Take a taste,” she said. “If you don’t like it, I’ll fix you something else.”

Reluctantly, he put a small piece of the steaming slice of meatloaf on a fork, blew on it to cool it off, and took a tentative bite.

“Fine,” he said, “I’ll eat it this time, but don’t do it again. I hate green peppers.”

Written for today’s one-word prompt, “glaring.”