Looking at the TV behind the bar, Paul said in a way too loud voice, “I can’t stand seeing or hearing that son of a bitch.”
“Paul, keep you voice down. We’re at a tavern and people are staring at you,” Karen said, “And why do you always feel the need to curse?”
“Doesn’t it piss you off, Karen, that, in order to stage a photo opportunity to feed to his moronic base back home, Trump meets with an evil dictator who starves and kills his own people?” Paul said. “Just look at that smug, sanctimonious expression on Trump’s face. That says it all.”
“You need to watch your blood pressure, honey,” Karen said.
“He’s such a fucking imbecile,” Paul said. “He looks at Kim’s handpicked entourage and then talks about how the North Korean people love Kim. It’s like when Trump has his cabinet meetings and starts them off by having each of his sycophant cabinet appointees tell them how much they love him. It’s sick.”
“Come on, Karen, don’t be so naive,” Paul said. “I know I’ve had a few beers, but I’m not three sheets to the wind quite yet. Betwee all of the disinformation being spread from bogus websites promoted by the GOP, the bias reporting by the Trump ass-kissers on Fox News, and the meddling and interference by Putin and the Russians on Trump’s behalf, don’t count of his losing the election next year.”
“Don’t lose hope, Paul,” Karen said, trying to calm her husband down. “This, too, shall pass.”
Well, even if he does lose the election, he’s not going to go quietly into the night. He’s not going to just walk away. He and his minions would, as the old cigarette ad used to say, rather fight than switch. This is not going to end well, I’m afraid.”
Written for these daily prompts: Word of the Day Challenge (curse), Your Daily Word Prompt (sanctimonious), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (temporary), The Daily Spur (gear), Ragtag Daily Prompt (sheets), and Swimmers (end).