Two Frisbees And A Push-Up Bra

Two Frisbees and a push-up bra.  Just liked the way the words sounded.  Like a punk rock trio.  Think it’s a line from that O.J. Simpson documentary.  Street debris left behind to tell a silent story of riots.

They had watched a movie Room, about a young woman held a sex captive for seven years and her son.  Jack is five and this is all he knows.  This room.  His entire world.  Except for the cupboard where he hides when Old Nick visits his mother.  The young redhead was rapt.

Nice wall treatment, the old man thought.  Another sign you have been watching too much HGTV.  Next there’ll be a show where each week we learn how to build a basement room or underground shed in the backyard to keep your kidnap victims hostage.  Now there’s some reality television.

The phone rang.  Barker Ajax was agitated like he gets when he thinks he’s gotten to the stinky part of the onion.  Did you see where Trump insinuated Obama is in cahoots with, dare I say it aloud, ‘radical Islamic terrorists.’

Saw that.  Saw that about the same time I saw Obama is “the greatest terrorist hunter in the history of the presidency.”

That’s what I was thinking.  But ask yourself, just ask yourself, who’s the real Manchurian candidate here.

The Donald was once a registered Democrat who called for legalizing drugs.  He also said he was pro-choice and supported universal healthcare.  Basically, the entire Democratic Party platform.  Now suddenly he doesn’t believe any of that.  Now suddenly, this supposed billionaire is the friend of the working white man.  Especially the less educated.

Say he actually gets the nomination.  He has five months to alienate most Americans, except perhaps less educated working white males.  Trump is just handing the election to Hillary.  That’s his plan.  Basically, she is going to be running unopposed.  He is screwing up on purpose.  Only thing that makes sense.  This way he can claim he is not really a loser.  Clinton in the White House again was his plan all along.

Meanwhile, Mrs. Clinton is running around America asking the rest of us, who’s your daddy?

That reminds me of something my wife told me.  What’s that?

Always smile when you are getting booked.  They’ll tell you not to, they’ll insist.  Turns out a big grin makes facial recognition software much less effective. What the hell, you are already in trouble , might as well give them a smile.

 

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