An Executive Temper Tantrum

C2BFAD03-C6DD-44BD-BAEF-61AC371A2AA7I need more!” he screamed, pounding his fists on his large desk. “I will not tolerate another day like yesterday. How dare that Caspar Milquetoast of a congressman, that mouse of a man, dictate to me what I can and can’t do? I find that offensive. I’m the goddam President of the United States for crissake. I can do whatever the fuck I want to do, do you hear me? If I want to put this country up for sale to the highest bidder, I can fucking do it, do you hear me?”

The president’s son-in-law looked up at his father-in-law and said, “So what more do you need from us, sir?”

“I need a plan, a strategy, a distraction, a diversion!” the president bellowed. “I need something to get people to stop talking about impeachment. I need a goddam war!”

One White House aide leaned over to another aide and whispered, “This is the very definition of insanity.”

Written for Rachel Poli’s Time To Write Sentence Starter (“I need more”), for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver prompt (For Sale), and for these daily prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (yesterday), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (milquetoast), Daily Addictions (mouse), Your Daily Word Prompt (dictate), The Daily Spur (offensive), and Ragtag Daily Prompt (insanity).

Thursday Inspiration — The Desert

FDA6750E-5D99-413C-9EAA-9118C6143848I had a few days of vacation coming to me, so I decided to pack a pup tent and some food and water in my backpack and go for a multi-day hike in the desert.

There first part of the journey was breathtaking. I was looking at all the stunning desert life, the plants, birds, and rocks. There was so much sand and hills with rings, and the bluest, cloudless sky I’d ever seen.

It was very hot, hotter than I had expected. And very dry, too. After two days in the desert sun, my skin began to turn red and I knew I had to find some shade. I came across a river bed, but it was dry. It told the story of a river that flowed and it made me sad to think that this once living, flowing river was now dead.

On the third day I saw what appeared to be a lake. I had run out of water the night before, and I was parched from the desert sun. I hoped that it was an oasis and not a mirage. But by the time I got to where the lake should have been, I realized it was, indeed, a mirage.

By the fourth day in the desert I began to worry. I had no food or water left and there was no shade from the scorching sun. My skin was starting to blister and my tongue was beginning to swell. I didn’t even know what direction I had come from. I was lost and I thought this would be the end of me.

Then I heard the sound of motorized vehicles coming from over the ridge. I mustered all of the strength I had left to walk over to the ridge and as I got to the crest, I saw four guys on ATVs below me. I stood up and waved my arms and shouted.

One of them noticed me, pointing toward me. He rode his dune buggy to where I, close to losing consciousness, was waiting. He loaded me onto the back of his dune buggy and took me to a local hospital, where I was treated for exhaustion, dehydration, and severe sun poisoning.

I’m okay now, thanks to those guys on their ATVs. But I did learn a powerful lesson. The next time I have a few days of vacation to burn, I’m just going to Netflix and chill.

Written for Paula Light’s Thursday Inspiration prompt, where her theme is “desert.” My inspiration for this post came from Paula’s Happy Color image and from this song:

Fandango’s Friday Flashback — October 4

Wouldn’t you like to expose your newer readers to some of you earlier posts that they might never have seen? Or remind your long term followers of posts that they might not remember?

Each Friday I will publish a post I wrote on this exact date in a previous year.

How about you? Why don’t you reach back into your own archives and highlight a post that you wrote on this very date in a previous year? You can repost your Friday Flashback post on your blog and pingback to this post. Or you can just write a comment below with a link to the post you selected.

If you’ve been blogging for less than a year, go ahead and choose a post that you previously published on this day (the 4th) of any month within the past year and link to that post in a comment.

This was originally posted on October 4, 2014 in my old blog.

Honey, Have You Seen My Keys?

honey have you seen my keysCharlie was looking everywhere he could think of in the condo, but he just couldn’t find them.

“Where did I put those goddam keys? Honey, did you see my car keys? I’m running late. Cindy, I can’t find my goddam car keys! Cindy? Cindy? Do you hear me?”

Cindy, who was in the master bathroom in the far end of the condo, called out to Charlie, “Did you check your jacket pockets?”

“Of course I checked my jacket pockets,” Charlie yelled back. “That’s the first place I looked.”

“Look again.”

“No! I told you. I already looked there. They’re not in my jacket pockets.”

“Look again,” she repeated. “Indulge me.”

“Fine.” Charlie went to the closet, pulled open the door, and checked every pocket in his two jackets. “Nope, they’re not in my jackets,” he yelled back. “See, I told you they weren’t in my jacket pockets.”

Cindy, rather perturbed, as she, too, was running late and was still putting on her face, trudged from the master bathroom in the back of the condo to the doorway in the front. She walked up to Charlie’s windbreaker, which was hanging on the coat rack by the front door, stuck her hand in the right hand pocket, and pulled out a key chain with Charlie’s car keys on it. “What the fuck, Charlie!” she said, highly annoyed.

“Oh, that jacket. Why the hell didn’t you say that jacket?”

FOWC with Fandango — Milquetoast

FOWCWelcome to October 4, 2019 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 “milquetoast.”

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.

The issue with pingbacks not showing up seems to have been resolved, but you might check to confirm that your pingback is there. If not, please manually add your link in the comments.

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