Fauntleroy and Flossy - Fascists and Mass Graves
“The Republican army is marching through destroying everything in its path,” Pet Peeve walked into the Oval Office making this declaration. The smile on his face portrayed evil.
Banshee was sitting there next to Fauntleroy. “I told them, ‘Guys, look. This is not a discussion. This is not a debate. You have no choice but to vote for this bill.’ Banshee’s point was: ‘This is the Republican platform. You’re the conservative wing of the Republican Party. But people in the room were put off by the dictatorial mindset.’ They just laughed in my face. Imagine, the people who hated Obamacare the most, stood up and shot us down, because we were too lenient with our bill. Even after we took out emergency room visits, and everything else we thought would make them come over to our side. Marx said, ‘The classes and the races, too weak to master the new conditions of life, must give way.’ But our travel ban is all tied up in the courts. The first step of our tax reform has been crushed.”
Banshee and Fauntleroy looked over at Pet Peeve, “What do you want?” Fauntleroy asked.
Before he could answer the camouflage phone rang. Fauntleroy glanced at Bashee and answered, “Put-Baby, how are you?”
“Comrade, I am disappointed in you. Millions of Americans would have died without that health care that you failed to repeal. Now, my troops will have to kill even more once we arrive on your shores. Did I make a mistake in backing you? My spies are everywhere. We know what you are doing at all hours. Do I have to release more incriminating news about you? I already am pulling the strings in your Congressional Intelligence investigation.”
Put-Baby was yelling. Banshee and Fauntleroy were noticeably uncomfortable. Pet Peeve backed himself into a corner.
“You are beginning to annoy me,” the sound bounced off the Oval Office walls. There was a pause, “Did you see what I do to protestors? I arrested over a thousand people. Many will never be heard from again. Some of the women will be brought to the government harems run by some of our rich oligarchs. That is how you have to run your country. Are you getting my messages? You see how I am eliminating anyone that crosses me, no matter where in the world they are? Get busy comrade.”
The phone went dead. Con con Connie pushed Pet Peeve off of her as he had backed up into her corner where she hid, camouflaged as the wallpaper.
Banshee and Fauntleroy gasped. Pet Peeve wet himself and rushed from the room.
“Where is Mr. Model T? He is so smart. I have him set to personally run half of the United States. Soon we will not need Governors or State houses. We will control everything from right here.”
The red phone rang. Fauntleroy lifted it without answering. He threw it against the wall and it shattered. Fauntleroy did not want to talk to Democrats or Republicans at the moment. Only his own Brotherhood in Crime was welcome at the moment.
There was a knock on the door. A technician walked in. On his shirt was a patch that said, Spectrum, Time-Wrner, Frontier, Verison. “I need to check your phones.” He walked over, picked up the red phone, removed the bottom plate from the phone. He took out one bug and replaced it with another. “Thank you,” he said as he started to leave. “You will get much better reception now. And so will we. Have a nice day.”
Fauntleroy picked up the phone, “Get me whoever is in charge of mass graves.” He hung up.
This is a work of fiction. No harems were visited that were operated by oligarchs. No insult to wallpaper is intended. No Harvard graduates were consulted in the running of multiple disciplines in various global locations. No clothing manufactures were consulted. No mini Eurasian powers were called upon.
Fauntleroy and Flossy are not for everyone. It may turn out that Fauntleroy and Flossy are not for anyone.
With your health care intact for the moment it may be time to rethink your position on the approach of the damage of the red army. The red intruders have infiltrated. The red menace has come to the podium.
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Poetry: Per a request
Heed the Howl of History
Dark winds of history
have reached our nation's shore
Our beacon light of liberty
is in danger once more
Heed, the howl of history
with its chorus’ of sorrowed cries
and payments made with promises
are the currency of lies
Every step of a black boot
must come with a heavy price
Be quick, be cautious, and be resolved to fight
as history shows the weak, are always crushed like mice
A cleaver is effective
at opening the mind
More so if the victim
is snuck-up from behind
This nation’s soil is not meant
to house its citizen’s mass grave
It is not a fitting end, to the land of the free
and home of the brave
The Russian story is a hoax
I am the quarterback
And I am the coach
I am not made of pine
But rather mighty oak
And here to tell you,
all my loyal folk
The media today is
just a massive joke
Every time I read them
I have the urge to choke
I get that you’re not rich like me
In fact, I know you’re broke
Too bad you grew up to be
Such an ordinary bloke
So many yelling fire
But they are just stirring up some smoke
Now, step into my parlor
To be fitted to your yoke
Hey, Flossy! I wrote a poem –Fauntleroy
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