Our Cartoon-Like President

26331E44-284B-4530-8210-BA31F718745CDid you ever read that book by Michael Wolff, “Fire and Fury”? Chris asked.

“You mean the one about our cartoon-like president?” Steve responded. “No, but I did read Bob Woodward’s book, “Fear: Trump in the White House.”

“There’s just no precedent for his presidency, is there?” Chris said. “I wish we were back in those halcyon days when we had a sane, competent leader in the White House. Someone like Barack Obama, for instance.”

“I know,” Steve agreed. “Trump acts like he thinks he’s the king where he and the members of his royal family can do anything they want to, let the people be damned.”

“Yeah,” said Chris. “And like a king or a dictator, he wants to have a huge — and very costly — military parade to show off what a big gun he has.”

Steve sighed. “I swear, if the technology existed, I would have my body frozen until the day that Trump is indicted, impeached, removed from the White House, or voted out of office.

Written for the following one-word prompts: Nova’s Daily Random Word (fire), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (cartoon), Scotts Daily Prompt (precedent), Ragtag Daily Prompt (halcyon), Word of the Day Challenge (royal), Your Daily Word Prompt (parade), and HW Daily Word Prompt (frozen).

Share Your World — Bah Humbug

This week’s Share Your World prompt, from Melanie at Sparks From a Combustible Mind, has a distinct Christmas theme. I suppose that’s understandable for this time of year, just a week before Christmas.

I’m not a big Christmas guy, so if you’re not ready to read bah humbug answers to today’s SYW questions, move along.

What traditional Christmas decoration is actually a parasitic plant?

I read somewhere that poinsettia berries are poisonous and if you have a cat, you should keep them away from poinsettias. But as to parasitic, I think that would be mistletoe.88423188-481D-4611-8E3B-9456BB8E103C

Name something about this holiday season (whatever version you may celebrate) that most people like, but you dislike?

Christmas music. It’s inescapable at this time of year.E2C1618C-71D8-4E92-8A8F-E895C16E9CB5

What’s your favorite – or least favorite –  song sung traditionally at this time of year?

My favorite holiday song is none. I could easily live out the rest of my life never having to hear another “traditional” holiday song.

In the song “Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer,” what “incriminating” evidence was found on Grandma’s back?

I have no idea, as I’ve never heard that song. But maybe a broken red nose?

What would you like to share with the world, if time or cost were no object?

The arrest and conviction of Donald J. Trump and his three adult kids. That would bring joy to the world in this holiday season.5F3BBDAF-45BD-4CA7-979E-EC3C86EA6901

Day 17 — Karaoke Duet

Hmm. So for today’s 30-Day Song Challenge we are asked to select a song that we’d want to sing a duet with someone on karaoke. Okay. There’s only one song that comes to mind for me and that’s “Don’t Go Breaking My Heart” by Elton John with Kiki Dee.

Here’s a version with the words on the screen, almost like on a karaoke screen. So go grab your significant other and have at it.

Murder He Wrote — Part Two

7EA72AEF-4548-4769-98D3-9D05EBB29BB8This is part two of a story about a crime of passion. It stands alone, but if you care to, you can read part one here.

As soon as the shock of Brian’s threat to kill her passed, Emily began laughing hysterically. “Emily, please stop laughing at me,” he pleaded. But she didn’t stop.

With tears streaming from his eyes, Brian ran from the living room into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. Even with the door closed, he could still hear Emily laughing.

Brian braced his back against the door waiting for her mocking laughter to stop, which it finally did. After a few minutes of silence, Brian sat down on the edge of the bed, barely breathing, wishing he could just disappear. Then he heard her heavy footsteps as she walked by the bedroom toward the kitchen. He held his breath.

The refrigerator door opened and closed. Pressure was released as another bottle of Pepsi was opened. He heard her walking back to the living room, where she planted herself down onto the couch.

“You bastard,” Emily called out. “I missed the first half of my soap.”

Brian knew he didn’t have it in him to kill Emily. He couldn’t even kill a cockroach or spider. He’d trap them and then open up a window and toss them outside. He took a deep breath, gathered himself, and marched from the bedroom to the living room and positioned himself between Emily and the TV.

“What do you want now?” Emily asked.

The tone of her voice knocked some of the confidence from Brian, but he cleared his throat and said as calmly as he could, “I want a divorce.”

Once again, Emily burst into laughter. Brian looked at her sprawled out on the couch like a beached whale. What was left of his confidence was replaced by raw hatred.

“You want a divorce?” Emily said when she finally stopped laughing. “First he wants to kill me and now he wants a divorce,” she said as if addressing some imaginary third party in the room. “The impotent little mouse gets fired, comes home, and announces that he wants to kill me. But he doesn’t have the balls, so now he wants a divorce. What a brave little mouse he is.” Glaring at Brian, Emily demanded, “Now get out of my way so I can watch my soap.”

“Emily, listen to me,” Brian pleaded. “I’m serious.”

Emily looked up at Brian. “And what is my brave little mouse going to do if I refuse? Threaten to kill me again? Now move so I can watch my damn soap.”

Deep down inside Brian knew that Emily wouldn’t agree to a divorce. Why would she? She pretty much controlled everything in their lives. Emily repositioned herself so that she could see the TV.

Feeling nothing but contempt, Brian’s eyes darted frantically around the room, unable to focus on anything in particular. He was looking for something, but he had no idea for what. He was having trouble deciphering the noises swirling around his head.

Unable to organize his thoughts in any rational way, he turned away from Emily and almost mechanically started walking toward the kitchen.

As if in a trance, Brian went to the cabinet with the pots and pans. He searched until he found a heavy skillet, which he picked up and held in both of his hands, not sure why he’d reached for it.

“Brian, what are you going to do now?” Emily appeared in the kitchen door, her shrill voice breaking his trance. “Are you going to cook something?” she said mockingly.

“I, I, I’m going to, um, make some pancakes,” Brian stammered.

“Give me that, you idiot! What do you know about making pancakes?” Emily said as she reached for the skillet. “First you get fired, then threaten to kill me, then ask for a divorce, and now you want to make pancakes.”

“I’m warning you, Emily,” Brian said as Emily moved to take the skillet from him. “Keep away from me.” His voice was cracking and he began sweating profusely.

A grin came to Emily’s face and her smile evolved into a subdued chuckle. “Is this another death threat, mouse?”

“Damn you, Emily. Quit calling me that”

“Well stop acting like one,” Emily snapped back.

“Shut your mouth you over-stuffed cow!” Brian’s tone surprised even him.

“How dare you speak to me like….”

“Shut your goddam mouth, Emily.”

The sting of Emily’s hand striking against Brian’s face was fiery. Without thinking about what he was doing, Brian raised the skillet and started swinging it in a wide arc toward Emily’s head.

“Brian, what? Brian, NO! Bri….”

The skillet hit the left side of Emily’s face with crushing force. Her body went limp and she fell back across the kitchen table. Brian lifted the skillet over his head and brought it down on his target a second time. And a third. And then a few more times. Until his rage subsided.

Covered in blood splatter and brain matter, he dropped the heavy skillet, walked over to the kitchen sink, and puked his guts out.

FOWC with Fandango — Cartoon

FOWCWelcome to December 17, 2018 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

Today’s word is “cartoon.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.