Monday, December 21, 2015
Round Up the Usual Western Insanity
St Rita the Mostly Good returned from a bender
in Reno with a nondescript cowboy. Her husband
informed the Sheriff.
He and his deputy, the other Drama Queen of Law
Enforcement, drove him out to the highway and
unholstered their weapons. He took the hint and ran.
Since she was Mayor, Rita settled down once again to
the routine of her office. During the two-year good
period, Scratch Ass Dog prospered.
The name was real, but, of course, had been chosen
by drunken silver miners during its entirely lawless phase.
Later it became a ghost town. Then Rita and her husband
refurbished it as a tourist attraction.
He ran the Quality Inn, and she the dance school. He was
always good and she, as before intimated, mostly.
There wasn't that much lawbreaking but shifting and
obscure parking regulations gave the sheriff and deputy
the bulk of their work, primarily in the collecting fines aspect.
Neighbors from surrounding towns often spoke of going to
the Scratch, or the Dog, for a quick drink.
Few ever tired of the staged shoot-out where Sheriff played Lefty,
the one-armed. And Deputy, Pig, the reputed worst man ever to
live in Hopp County.
Lefty killed him daily, not really preventing a very aggrieved final
speech after a spectacularly elongated stagger and fall. Then Lefty
gave an oration over the dead body as to the glory of Law Enforcement.
St Rita the Mostly Good itched to flee again, with or without a passing bum, when the Quality Inn was robbed during the shootout reenactment.
Sheriff quickly apologized to the audience and he and Deputy took off, Siren screaming and red and blue lights spinning!
The pursuit was Keystone Kops, both vehicles ramming each other and the squad car ending on its roof.
The SUV, however, had hit the only oak mid runt trees,
cactus and scrub, and the officers managed to crawl out and
limp to it to effect the arrest of the unconscious old man
supplementing his Social Security.
The Mayor put them in the same hospital room, and the three
got along, but the old man complained of their screaming in
real and imagined pain.
A video was retrieved from the carcam, and St Rita used stills
from it in the new brochure.
The young state trooper filling in part-time caught her eye,
but her husband unrelented his surveillance.
She, however, became entirely busy choreographing a ballet of
The Chase. A little license therein, since the children shot off
silvery cap pistols but nary a shot fired in the unhinged pursuit.
Anyway, the first performance was in the hospital room where
the old man applauded vigorously, and the officers grew jealous
of all the attention being paid to the dancers.
Labels: armed robbery, automotive pursuit, law enforcement, Nevada, reenactment, Reno, restlessness, sex, Social Security, West
Tuesday, December 15, 2015
Golden Turnip Award
-Righties won't even mention last Bush.
-Whattafreak they want? Reduced taxes on Rich.
-Doctrine!
-And tried privatizing Social Security!
-Thus giving their thieving Billionaires a crack at us all?
-For the Third Golden Turnip, even cloyed the despicable Evangelicals!
-Wanted more!
-Why am I not surprised?
-If he waits long enough, blessings will trickle down from the Right Side of Heaven.
-Angels pissing?
Labels: Bush, Evangelicals, George Bush, Golden Turnip, heaven, Republican, Republican Beliefs, Social Security, tax cuts for Rich, trickle down
Monday, May 11, 2015
Decision Affecting Ducks
-As Big Bad Republicans, it’s time
to stop the play-acting!
-My best part!
-And reform Social Security!
-Got formula?
-Hardly Draconian! Start on
the receiving end. Twenty-
percent cut across the board.
-Statesman-like. But...whereof
that twenty thereafter?
-Why, half to our Billionaires.
-Faith not being quite its own reward?
-Investment!
-Other ten?
-To me and thee!
-God DOES have a plan!
-Go easy with that, or he’ll have his hand out.
Labels: billionaires, God, graft, Republicans kill Social Security, Social Security
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Winchester Cathedral
Forgetting SS
Baxey had told him the number to put in the blue space but
the woman interrupted him, and Krick forgot.
So he put in his old Social Security number.
That eventually brought a visit from Enforcement, Mr Pal.
"Were you making a joke or something?"
Krick made no answer to that, so Mr Pal wrote one and pointed
to his own mouth.
Krick then said, reading, "It's just a silly joke. I certainly realize
that what we have now is far superior to that despicable
Social Security!"
Pal then slowly pronounced “Winchester Cathedral.”
Which shut off all sound recording devices.
"Well, The Republicans have promised an infinitely
better program," shrugged Pal.
"Yeah, for eleven years," Krick added. Pouring out whiskies
for both.
Mr Pal finally toasted "That woman who caused all this!"
"A bit of a buttinski," laughed Krick.
"No more! I'm off to shoot her."
"Isn't that drastic?"
"WE MUST STICK TOGETHER!"
Anything said in a very emphatic way turned the recorders
back on.
Labels: "Entitlements", end of Social Security, future, Republican, Social Security
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Seas of Berets
Delsee enjoyed the toy factory. Bitsey made it a lark.
Delsee placed a blue beret on red-haired B. Hocart, International
Detective, and Bitsey ran a stitch through it, in case a child might
swallow the tiny hat.
Delsee and Renton lived on a farm, their trailer being part of his pay.
They enjoyed the fields turning dark gold, then purple, after work,
and a beer.
Suddenly Renton got a mystery disease making him weak all over. Simultaneously, just about, the colors of R. Hocart, International
Detective, got switched: red beret on blue hair!
"And they're Gothing up Priscilla too!" Bitsey informed her.
Priscilla has helped him solve crimes in a sunny, blond way!
Not any more.
Both women start hating their jobs, and with Delsee worrying about
Renton alone in the trailer, and probably burning it down...?
These anxieties cease shortly after when the factory moves to
Mexico.
Delsee stays with Renton day and night. They hardly leave the trailer.
She receives early Social Security, and he, younger, has to fight for
Disability, getting a lawyer.
"In tough times, lots of faking," the examiner tells them. But Renton is finally approved, the VA doctor writing a letter.
Everything going fairly well one year later, the farmer having given
them the trailer, but Delsee still dreams seas of red berets, and
wakes up sweating.
Labels: disability, globalization, Social Security, toys
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Dealing, In the Final Analysis
The Leaving of It
-It's done with dignity. The law doesn't require it, though.
We have a little party, with speeches from the close relatives.
Who shortly leave.
-And then, Honorees shot?
-Exactly. Hey, eighty-five is enough years! We're saving billions!
It was cut the Military or...this.
-Surprised the near and dear go along with it.
-They can claim them as dependents for six years more.
-Wise incentive.
Labels: dependent, Euthanasia, Family, incentive, killing old, medicare, senior, Social Security, taxes
Thursday, January 03, 2013
Music Promised
“No, you heard me right.
Yank out the rug from un-
der Grandma. Send her
ass-over-teakettle! That
is: zilch Social Security
and squat Medicare.
So, make her buy similar on
commercial, open, markets.
And if she can’t, why reason we
have family, charity, Church!
Uh huh? Well such ‘cheap
cruelty’ will someday be
identified as Love, and
a hymn undertaken
in my praise.”
Labels: Charity, Church, Family, Grandma, medicare, Social Security
Tuesday, December 11, 2012
“Entitlements”
Security, Medicare,
need some tinkering
to sustain. Quite difficult
to see much
in the fog of
a war thrust
forth by Wealth &
its hired guns plus
hissing troglodytes
Labels: entitlement, medicare, Republican, Social Security, wealth
