“You’re such a snowman,” Howard said.
“A what?” Seth asked.
“A snowman,” Howard repeated. “You know, an anti-Trump, whiny libtard.”
“You mean a ‘snowflake,’” Seth corrected.
“Whatever,” Howard said. “You liberals, with all your bogus caring about those damn illegal families crossing the border, are destroying America. These criminals and rapists and MS-13 gang members are invading our county and if we don’t stop and arrest them and separate each kid from his family, they’re going to turn our country brown and everyone will be speaking Mexican and there will be a taco stand on every corner.”
“You sounds like a blithering idiot, Howard,” Seth said. “Where are you getting your information? Who’s filling your head with all that bullshit?”
“Sean Hannity and Tucker Carlson on Fox News,” Howard answered. “That’s the only place to get real news. All the other networks are fake news with reporters who, as Trump says, are the enemy of the American people.”
Seth sighed deeply and shook his head in disbelief. “We are in deep shit,” he said, more to himself than to Howard.
Written for Teresa’s Three Things Challenge, where the three things are snowman, family, and caring.
“The Angry Beaver?” Mandy said. “How dare you take me to a place with that name. Have you no sensitivity?”
“What are you talking about?” Jimmy asked. “This is my favorite bar.”
“Don’t tell me you don’t know what a beaver is,” Mandy said.
“Of course I do,” Jimmy said. “It’s a large furry rodent with a flat tail that chops down trees and builds dams. I’m not stupid.”
“It’s also slang for vagina,” she said indignantly.
“Okay, fine,” Jimmy said. “I wouldn’t want to be seen walking in there with an angry beaver on my arm.”
Written for today’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl and for the Word of the Day Challenge, “sensitivity.”
Virginia Kruta, an associate editor at the conservative news website The Daily Caller, witnessed an absolutely chilling display. She “crashed” a political rally in Missouri at which the democratic candidate for Congress from New York, Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez, was a speaker. And what Kruta heard terrified her.
So what did Kruta find so chilling? Well, as she said, “I saw how easy it would be, as a parent, to accept the idea that my children deserve healthcare and education. I saw how easy it would be, as someone who has struggled to make ends meet, to accept the idea that a ‘living wage’ was a human right. Above all, I saw how easy it would be to accept the notion that it was the government’s job to make sure that those things were provided.”
Oh the horror! Healthcare and education for children? A “living wage” for people who work? A government’s job to provide for its citizens? That’s heresy to Republicans. It’s antithetical to everything they stand for.
Fortunately, Kruta recovered from her harrowing experience, writing “I left the rally with a photo — in part to remind myself of that time I crashed a rally headlined by a socialist, but also in part to remind myself that there, but for the grace of God, go I.”
Remember in November, American voters, that Republicans truly believe that healthcare and education, a living wage, and a government that works for its citizens is an anathema.
She hated being alone, and yet there she was, on a stunningly beautiful beach in mid-afternoon, sitting by herself on the sand just beyond the reach of the water. Susan gazed out towards the sea, reflecting on her young life and contemplating what she might do to give it more meaning.
He told her that she had no depth, that she had little to offer him, added no value. Yes, she was pretty, he told her. And the sex was great. But that would fade over time and he wanted to be with a smart person, a deep thinker. He couldn’t waste his time with someone who didn’t possess the same intellectual curiosity that he did.
She was not stupid, she told herself. She always got good grades in school. The teachers loved her. She was quite popular among her peers. How could he think she was shallow?
Maybe her best friend, Connie, was right. Perhaps he was too old for her. “You’re a senior in high school,” Connie said. “He’s forty and married. I don’t see how this works out well for you.”
“I suppose she’s right,” Susan said to herself as she peered out towards the sea.
Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner from Roger Shipp and for today’s Fandango’s One-Word Challenge, “shallow.” Image credit: MorgueFile May 2018 1365256807kyjpp.
“If you ever see a turtle sitting on a fence post, you know he didn’t get up there by himself.”
Former San Francisco Mayor Willie Brown
Actually, there are quite a few people to whom this quote, or something similar, can be attributed. For example, author Alex Haley said, “Anytime you see a turtle up on top of a fence post, you know he had some help.”
In the case of the Willie Brown quote, he said it a few weeks ago at a NAACP convention, where he was presented with the group’s award for outstanding achievement. He was essentially saying that no individual ever achieves such an honor alone.
Do you remember back in 2012 when Obama said, “If you’ve been successful, you didn’t get there on your own”? He went on to say, “If you were successful, somebody along the line gave you some help. There was a great teacher somewhere in your life. Somebody helped to create this unbelievable American system that we have that allowed you to thrive. Somebody invested in roads and bridges. If you’ve got a business — you didn’t build that. Somebody else made that happen.”
Whoa! Obama took a whole raft of shit from Republicans for saying that. The sentence “If you’ve got a business — you didn’t build that” was publicized by his political opponents during the 2012 presidential campaign as an attack on business and entrepreneurs.
But Obama was essentially saying the same thing that Willie Brown and Alex Haley were saying about the turtle on the fence post. You know he had some help. He didn’t get up there by himself.
Obama wrapped up his remarks by saying, “The point is that when we succeed, we succeed because of our individual initiative, but also because we do things together.”
Oh how I miss Barack Obama.
Written for today’s One-Liner Wednesday prompt from Linda G. Hill.