Mister MITOO

The way Republicans, Fox News, and, especially, the MITOO (moron in the Oval Office), manufacture fear and loathing among Trump’s gullible followers makes me seethe with rage.

For example, the so-called migrant “caravan” (or what Fox News and Trump call an “invasion by a hostile force”) slowly heading north toward the US/Mexico border was the red meat Trump was throwing to his base. But as of today, this caravan is still hundreds of miles from the U.S. border. And that means those people seeking asylum are still weeks away from even the nearest US border crossing.

Now that the midterm elections are over, though, when was the last time you heard Donald Trump and his sycophants going nuts over this manufacturered invasion? The bogus, partisan crisis has apparently passed, due to the apparent failure of this scare tactic to motivate enough diehard Trumpsters to vote enough Republican candidates into the House of Representatives to maintain a GOP majority.

Democrats need a muse to inspire them, and while they did pretty well on Tuesday, they must figure out how to guide this victory into a path toward saving the American democracy.

And I also need a muse to figure out how fit the word tactile into this post. Oh wait. I just added this photo I found on Google Images. I think it is illustrative of tactile, don’t you?7AEEC518-3FC6-4B42-9D89-DD944E5CF100


Written for these one word prompts: Scotts Daily Prompt (manufacture), Ragtag Daily Prompt (seethe), Your Daily Word Prompt (nearest), Daily Addictions (muse), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (guide), and Word of the Day Challenge (tactile).

First Line Friday — The Funeral

530B9F2C-2B28-46F1-A265-5AE69916356FThe funeral went by in a waltz of shiny cars, black suits, and choreographed tears. The procession reached the cemetery and pulled forward to the burial location. As people got out of their cars and made their way to the gravesite, the family members and closest friends took the seats while the rest of those in attendance formed a large oval around the plot.

Hank, a friend of a friend of the daughter of the deceased, was standing in the row of people farthest from the grave. Without warning, he let out a long, loud, juicy fart. Everyone in the crowd, including the pastor in the middle of his sermon, turned to see who it was who do rudely disrupted the service. Once those standing near Hank got a whiff of his flatulence, they moved away from him, leaving him standing by himself, all eyes glaring at him.

Using every communication skill he possessed, Hank said, “Please accept my apology for disrupting this funeral service, but the sudden death my friend’s father has so traumatized me that I was experiencing a mosaic of emotions and I momentarily lost control of my bodily functions. I hope all of you will find it feasible to forgive me my trespasses and return your attention to paying homage to the deceased and his family.”

A mass rolling of eyes, clicking tongues, and a collective sigh preceded the resumption of the funeral service as Hank slowly slunk away from the cemetery.


Written for the First Line Friday prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, where the first line is, “The funeral went by in a waltz of shiny cars, black suits, and choreographed tears.” Also for these one-word prompts: Your Daily Word Prompt (farthest), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (disrupt), Word of the Day Challenge (whiff), Ragtag Daily Prompt (skull), Scotts Daily Prompt (mosaic), and Daily Addictions (feasible).

#writephoto — Serenity In the Midst of Madness

4217516E-452E-4D41-9B94-1FA7922107B2Michael sat on the wooden bench by the side of the calm stream, hoping to find that, in what is arguably the most bountiful nation on the planet, there was yet a trace of humanity left.

He had been under a tremendous amount of stress since last night, when yet another mass shooting in America took place. It’s not as if there were no warning signs that such a tragedy would occur. This latest one, in Thousand Oaks, California, was the thirteenth mass shooting — where four or more people were shot — in the United States in the twelve days since (and including) the attack at a synagogue in Pittsburgh on October 27th. Thirteen mass shootings in twelve days.

How many more interviews would Michael, an investigator for the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms, (aka, the ATF), have to conduct with the survivors of these shootings and of the next of kin of those whose lives had been tragically cut short?

Michael sat on the bench by the stream, tears in his eyes and a profound sadness in his heart, wondering if he could ever find any serenity in the midst of all the madness.


Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday Photo Prompt. Also for these one-word prompts: Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (trace), Daily Addictions (bountiful), Scotts Daily Prompt (warning), and Word of the Day Challenge (kin).

And in the End….

B85E036A-1580-4C89-9101-3D7A21B2E094The news reporter was visibly shaken as he told the viewers about how scientists were predicting the imminent explosion of a nearby star. “Such an explosion, known as a supernova, would pose a significant danger to all life on our planet,” he said.

“Dad,” Alan said, “if that star explodes, will it mean we won’t be able to go on holiday?”

“Don’t worry about it, kid,” Alan’s father said. “It’s fake news. Those goddam liberals soak up this kind of crap all the time. Next thing you know they’ll be talking about how climate change will cause all of us to starve to death and they’ll be hanging papier-mâché dolls of the president in effigy.”

Before the sound of the exploding star could be heard, all life on earth was vaporized.


Written for these one-word prompts: Your Daily Word Prompt (supernova), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (danger), Ragtag Daily Prompt (holiday), Scotts Daily Ptompt (soak), Daily Addictions (starve), and Word of the Day Challenge (effigy).

An Impossible, Endless Struggle

2F73AAA9-06BC-4D27-B9B4-B86553C1B241“You have been promising to renovate our dingy kitchen for years,” Donna complained to her husband.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” David said. “I’ll get around to it.”

“When?” Donna asked. “I swear, David, you’re impossible. Getting you to do anything around here is an endless struggle.”

“Well, Donna, your ‘honey-do’ list is so damn long, I have to be efficient when it comes how to parcel out my time,” David said. “But I assure you, when the time is right, I’ll glide right into the task. It’ll be so smooth, like butter. I promise.”

“Yeah,” Donna said sarcastically, “but will you glide into it before you die? Because if you don’t get to it soon, I’m going to kill you.”


Written for these one-word prompts: Your Daily Word Prompt (renovate), Word of the Day (dingy), Ragtag Daily Prompt (parcel), Daily Addictions (glide), Scotts Daily Prompt (die), and for Teresa’s Daily Writing Challenge using the words “impossible,” “endless,” and “struggle.