SEEING “THE BIG PICTURE”
by OPOVV, ©2016
(Dec. 1, 2016) — “Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to ‘Pulse of the Nation,’ the show that lays it out for all to see. Our format is to interview strangers on the street, people just like you, to see what’s on their minds. And here we are, out on the sidewalk under the awning across from the railroad station.
“Excuse me, sir; Roving Reporter for ‘Pulse.’”
“Yes, I watch your show, and often, the dog and I. Caught you the other night; interesting about the apple cart, but what really piqued my curiosity was about the relationship between the Federal Reserve Bank and Fort Knox. I mean, is there a connection, even in the first place? And why can’t we buy stock in the Federal Reserve Corporation? Why don’t they allow an audit? What are they hiding? And there’s my train. Bye.”
“Bye. And here I thought I was the one that’s supposed to ask the questions. And here comes another person to interview.
“Hello.”
“Hello. Am I going to be on TV? This is my dog. We’re on our way to the dog park where that cute Vietnam Veteran takes his dog. Did he ever get that watch of his marketed, the one that tells how many minutes remaining to the next hour, like it doesn’t read 45 after but a quarter to?”
“Not that I know of, but I’ll ask him next time I see him. You’re leaving? And there she goes with her dog. Look, this isn’t going so well, so maybe we’ll head on over to the fortune-teller.
“Pretty neat, wouldn’t you say? We just took a 45-minute train and then cab ride and only 10 seconds passed through the magic of editing. And here we are, at the door of ‘Madam Lela Zephraninsky’s Fortune-Telling Emporium.’”
“Call me ‘Madam Zeph.”
“Oh, you startled me. Hello, I’m . . .”
“I know who you are. You’re here to see what Santa’s going to bring you. You get nothing. Your dog gets a sirloin steak and your cat a can of salmon, but you get nothing. You still want to see me? Twenty dollars up front; additional $20 for the crystal ball routine. Yes? Oh, good: $40. Come on in. You are welcome to film everything except me and the crystal ball; fair enough?”
“Yes, we can do that, can’t we?”
“Let me light this candle and turn the lights off. And now I’ll remove this blue velvet cover from the crystal ball and see what we’ll see.
“I see snow in the future. I see cars stuck. I see more Muslims killing Jewish and Christian Americans in unprovoked attacks at grocery stores, malls and subway stations, or maybe that’s a bus station.
“I see more ‘Muslim migrants’ coming to America than are being deported. I see the deportation of Muslims and illegal immigrants as nothing but a national joke. I see Muslims having baby after baby and, since they’ll out-birth us, they’ll vote in Sharia Law, and there goes the Constitution and America.”
“Let me ask you this: will Trump have what it takes to really ‘make America great again?’”
“Yes, but there’s just too many stupid Americans that refuse to see the Big Picture. End game: for real?”
“For real.”
“Okay: the truth: because the politicians don’t have any guts, it’ll come down to the American citizen and the Muslims fighting it out in the streets.
“And that’s what the crystal ball has revealed to me. Good luck with that. Thanks for the $40.”
“Oh, sure. Well, you heard it along with us. Take or leave it. Are we going to get serious about the war with Islam or are we just going to pretend to know what we’re doing? That’s it for tonight so, on behalf of the crew, I’ll be wishing you all a goodnight: Goodnight.
“Heck; it was worth the $40. Do you really think the cops would be on the wrong side? With Eric Holder or Loretta Lynch, I’d have to agree with Madam Zeph, but with Jeff Sessions, I’m not so sure. I’d bet he has what it takes, because if he doesn’t have what it takes, we just lost the war, now didn’t we? Burger time: my treat.”