by Madam Shylock, ©2021
(Sep. 14, 2021) — “It Hurts Me Too” (5:14)
“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to ‘The Pulse of the Nation,’ the place to hear it here first. Today is the company picnic at my Fortune-Telling Emporium here in quiet Cassadaga, Florida. All present and even some past employees are in attendance, speaking of which, Chief New Leaf just pulled up in his maxed-out RV. What do you say we go greet him and see who tagged along?”
“Greetings, Madam Shylock, and will you look at who I picked up?”
“Why, it’s our very own Roving Reporter (RR)! Give me a hug and a kiss. We thought you fell off the edge of the earth. How in tarnation are you?”
“And a ‘Happy Picnic’ to you, too. I am fine and itchin’ to get back to work. Is the boss around?”
“She went across the road to the pond to see if Henry needs help crossing the street with all this traffic. So, you ever get your head screwed on right? You were pretty shaken up after the fraud of an election, going around saying, ‘Shoot ‘em all; that’ll stop the fraud.’ It seems that Americans just don’t care that much for their country, not like the generation that won WWII.”
“Unfortunately no truer words were ever spoken. You molest a child or murder someone; they give out a slap on the wrist of less than a decade in the pen. It’s disgusting, judges coddling the bullies, rapists, torturers and, well, the bad guys have it easier than us law-abiding citizens; now isn’t that right?”
“Oh, will you look at that? Here comes Sharon with Henry on her shoulder. Hey, Henry, look who showed up.”
“Hey, Henry, what’s up? Anything hoppin’ these days?”
“Glad you could make it, Roving. Zork, pay up. We had a bet you wouldn’t show. You shoot anybody yet?”
“He hasn’t shot anybody and he’s back to work. Hey, I smell something burning. I better get on over before the Rook burns the dogs. Roving, how about taking over? Be doing me a favor; get your feet wet.”
“Anything to help. Hello, folks, Roving here at the company picnic, microphone in hand, wandering back out to the street. Oh, look, sightseers driving by. Stop, stop. Roving here for ‘Pulse,’ the most-watched information show in its time slot. Mind if I interview you? Pull over to the side and turn the engine off. Oh, you want to get out? I see you have shiny shoes; what are you, the fuzz? They’re showing me badges.”
“Where are your masks?”
“Who’s asking?”
“We’re from the Department of Homeland Security.”
“Oh, gee whiz, you could’ve fooled me, driving around in a black SUV, wearing masks. What, you have to fail an I.Q. test to get hired? You wasting taxpayers dollars? Why aren’t you after the real terrorists, like Omar and Tlaib? Can’t do your job or just following orders? Do you guys even have a brain and think for yourselves, or are you real proud of bothering innocent people trying to have a good time?”
“None of you have masks.”
“And that’ a fact. You see, we don’t like masks; we don’t believe in masks; and we don’t wear masks. Hit the road; we don’t want your kind around here.”
“We’re not here for you; we’re here for that alien you call Henry, the frog. We want to dissect him.”
“Oh, I get it, high school biology all over again; anesthetize the students’ brains so later on, when they’re old enough to vote, they’ll accept abortion as ‘de fait de facto.’ Isn’t that how indoctrination works?”
“We are armed.”
“And so are we. You hide behind the robes of corrupt judges while we proclaim the Constitution as the law of the land, out in the open, for all to see, and you can’t do any better than that. We know you’re not going to mention the Bible, or Jesus, or the Golden Rule because you believe in the power of the State; you believe in the hype, the Fake News and the pabulum that they spew out 24-7.”
“Biden is the president.”
“Wrong: Biden is a darn fool and his wife is a cruel user and manipulator just to appease the CCP for a little money. Selling their country out; disgusting, and you’re so darn blind you can’t see you’re doing the dirty work for them yet get no rewards except derision and contempt. Get out of here before we toss you in the pond and let Henry teach you a lesson in manners.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“I can see you never served in the military, or at least the real military where the grunts didn’t rush into machine-gun fire. You see, we don’t make threats; we state facts. For instance, if I say something, then you can take it to the bank. If I say your whole idea of Homeland Security based on the Patriot Act is so un-Constitutional as to be criminal, you wouldn’t have a clue what I’m talking about. You see, you drank the Kool-Aid and don’t even know it. You watch The View and believe the trash talk. Do you know that for over three years not one episode went by that they didn’t mention ‘Russian Collusion,’ and when it was proven, beyond a shadow of a doubt that there was no Russian Collusion, they never owned up to their stupidity?”
“We only follow orders.”
“And that’s the problem. Some day, maybe a lot sooner than you think, you’re going to have to choose, I mean really choose, which side you’re on. It’s going to be one or the other: the Constitution or the New World Order. Best to make up you mind right here and now: take off your mask and join us or leave and don’t you ever come back, because if you do, you’ll get to meet Henry and you don’t want anything to do with Henry when he’s hoppin’ mad.”
“Say goodnight, Madam Shylock.”
“Goodnight.
“Good show, Roving: welcome back. Burger time: my treat.”
[Little People report: Back in the USA. They are camping at the Blue Heron Golf Course, Queenstown, Maryland, for R&R.]
[President Trump ended the money spigot to the PLO and Biden opened it up again, doing his best to shove Israel under the bus. Meanwhile, our borders are wide open. This Administration has no, none whatsoever, fidelity to the sacrifices our fighting men and women gave for us and we’re watching it fade away, day by day. Next time you hear TAPS played, better think of yourself because it’s being played for all of us.]
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