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February 2023

Granny Hung A Telemarketer

The cross arm creaked as the deceased swung in the breeze. Ironically the body was hanged from a phone pole.

Granny was fogging her oxygen mask as she wheeled away from the scene wrapped tightly in her stole

It seems the patients at Shady Acres Retirement Home had enough of the sincere sounding hucksters calling all the residents on their phones

Urgent requests came in daily advising money or credit card info is needed to pay off a grandchild’s multiple student loans

Or maybe for a few dollars given to a charity organization, little Sally might be able to take her first steps

And if you need a minute to retrieve your credit card numbers, you may then give them to one of our courteous reps

The next call coming in might be a concerned citizen with a foreign accent advising that an important package had been delivered to him by mistake

He then states he is broke and since it’s a certified delivery, to forward it to you, $200 is what it would take

An hour later was a message stating that signing up for this “special senior care” car warranty, one would never have to worry again about your car breaking down

Seeing how the kids took her car keys away five years ago, Granny figured she might be able to trick this clown

So between breaks in the bingo game the group of granny “rowdies” devised a scheme

They would lure a telemarketer into their lair with promises of riches, property and if necessary sex to complete his dream

Meeting at the picnic table behind the home, the starry eyed slickster showed up only to receive a hard right cross from a crutch and multiple blows from an oxygen tank

Steadying his battered body on a chair and with the supp hose wrapped tightly around his neck, Granny gave the chair a yank

“Call us now, you twerp!” yelled the group in a show of solidarity

And with that the group returned to their bingo game and continued their discussion of aches, tired cafeteria food, grandchildren, and irregularity

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But Do You Really Trust Them?

The microphones lined the podium and the speakers were using their practiced reassuring voices

The air, water, and soil were safe and the towns people may move back in as if they had any choices

Sipping from the bottled water and nothing from the tap, the “experts” were stating the coast was clear

Like anyone on the podium has experience with a ten car derailment releasing deadly toxins but now acting like no one has anything to fear

This group had made a decision for a controlled burn reducing explosion concerns and hopefully the airborne poisons would dissipate in the wind

As proof one could follow the trail of fish floating on the river surface and the dead livestock in the field to tell where the chemical smoke had thinned

“People may now return to their homes,” stated the government official. “Continue using bottled water and everything else should be okay”

Confidence among the locals is not high as we all know this will soon be yesterday’s news and will shortly be swept away

What are the consequences 1 year, 5 years, 10 years from now? Will the remaining livestock be okay to be milked, butchered, or just graze? Will new babies be born with scales?

Will your home value reflect in the real estate downward spiral of depreciation and diminished sales?

But that’s okay because the g-men who couldn’t wait to catch the first flight out-of-town all assured the citizens the air quality was back to status quo

Just ignore the fact that your bedroom will now be illuminated at night because under the sheets your genitals will glow

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Liar’s Pursuit: A New Drinking Game

The State of the Union speech was droning on, beer cans were strewn across the table and many more littered the floor

The drinking game had ended. Three participants had passed out and the fourth’s head was in toilet. The group had long quit keeping score

The night had started innocently enough as the rules were simple. Every time Biden told an obvious lie everyone had to chug a beer

Only thirty minutes in, out of suds and sobriety, the group needed to make a beer run but had no one to volunteer

This naive group didn’t realize that to keep the Globalist and leftist agenda flowing

Bigger lies needed to piled on existing lies to keep this anti-American disease growing

No mask or lockdown can keep this disease from spreading. Developed in Washington’s lab of disorder this mental pandemic is to be considered a true gain of function

Thrust on most Americans by a small angry group that demands complete surrender without any compunction

The appointed figurehead continues to lie to fit his needs and then runs away, tight lipped, like the miserable vindictive coward he is

While yelling from the podium how everything wrong is everyone’s fault but his

As his trained seals in the audience stood, flapped their flippers and tooted their horns

The few people watching this charade looked out the window at the shambles this administration enforces and for the simple days of yesterday, quietly mourns

He screams he’s going to need more tax money to fight the fentanyl addiction and more equipment and man power to help with the border

After writing another huge check to Ukraine to help with Zelensky’s non-stop take out order

Accusing all who oppose him as the reasons for his policy futility

His own party is questioning the future of their own grip on power with his continuing downward spiral of electability

The quiet fear is he must start a war to prove himself a decisive top gun

So he can show the world who’s in charge and no one would challenge a second term when he announces his run

Plato said, “The measure of a man is what he does with power”

Biden’s idea of leadership is incorporated in poor decisions, lies, and fleeing to Delaware to hide and cower

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Hey Kids, It’s Trump Tweet Time

Recently there’s been discussion of letting Donald Trump back on mainstream social media, so it must be election time

Like poking a bear with a sharp stick, the mean tweets will immediately begin, and all opposed to his ideas will be called slime

The left knows this. Trump’s bombastic personality turns a majority of people off. Hence the dementia whisperer currently in the White House

When faced with the choice between the two, a lot of fence sitters consider the situation hopeless as having to select between a red or a blue louse

Therefore sitting on one’s hands and not voting becomes the obvious decision

And a no vote in this Presidential election will be a vote for this current leader of party division

Joe Biden promised to unify the United States. He partially succeeded knowing American citizens are sheep

By jumping in bed with social media, he can gather in most of the flock while Trump plays Little Bo Peep

As most Americans have the attention span of an average housefly, if an inflammatory lie appears on social media, America will retweet

Washington is well aware of this power and will lie, cheat and steal to enforce this deceit

The bottom feeders in the press know to keep it short, simple and seditious

Frame President Applesauce’s thoughts as benevolent and Trumps as racist and malicious

Twist a entire speech into a two sentence hateful statement and send it out through a bot

And if called on the source blame it all on a Russian plot

So it’s time to dust off the mothballs and let Trump rant away

Biden’s handlers are working overtime as America is waking to fact this man sucks and the country is in rapid decay

Give Trump a week and it’s guaranteed the gaseous tweet will be sent in the middle of the night

And the entire social media will be there in force to stoke the fires and old hatred to ignite

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