Fauntleroy and Flossy: #MAGA, #MEGA, #MAGOO
Fauntleroy closed the desk drawer and placed the bottle of Rogaine down on the desk in the oval office. After taking twice the pills prescribed, he took his Prozac and fell into a stupor.
In his dream, his hair was full and he had a haircut from a barber rather than his gardener. But his eyes were bugged out and his sight, therefore, was not as good as it once was. Besides the sight, his vision was blurred.
He saw everything as a threat. He just wanted to be loved, but each person or group came with their hands out. His advisors came and took his hand and talked softly, kindly, to him - even fatherly. They had worked with him now and knew his weaknesses.
“We must punish them,” they whispered. “They only take, we must stop treating these people like orphaned nieces and nephews. We must cut them off. If we are going to make America great again, we must punish the people. We must build up their character. We must make them strong, to fight our enemies.”
One after another they came. Fauntleroy’s bug eyed vision, left him stumbling. “I am beloved,” he declared. “The protesters, are all paid, hey, wait…. I told the people I would create jobs. Find out from the unemployment czar how many paid protesters jobs have been created. Damn, I am good.”
The phone on his desk rang. “Bill, how you doing Bill? I heard you lost your job. Are you trying to make me look bad.” There was a pause. “In my White House? No, you cannot work in my White House. My daughter works here. I don’t want another no class womanizer here. It is a crowded field. I am interviewing for Presidential aides right now. You should see the questionnaire that Roger sent over.”
Pet Peeve rushed into the room. Fauntleroy looked in his direction and could make out a shape. “Flossy? Is that you?”
“No, no. Grab line three, the president of the largest corporate prison in America wants to make a deal. Grab it.”
Fauntleroy grabbed the phone and listened. “You mean the back wall of the prison would run along the border and the guard towers would have a 360 degree view of both the yard and the invading hordes? That sounds like a winner. We can use the prisons as immigration camps also. So, you are going to build the prisons?” After a pause. “Oh, you want me to build the entire prison. Hmmm, yes that would be a way to funnel money in at one end and clean cash out on the other.” Fauntleroy put down the phone. “Get me Mr. Model T.”
Pet Peeve started to leave. “Wait," called Fauntleroy. "I had a dream about riding in a carriage pulled by six white horses. Does that mean I am a male Cinderella? Get a hold of one of my doctors. And my gardener. I want to look my best. Call my tailor, I am going to need a royal gown.”
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.
No fairy tale figures were hurt during the production of this piece. It is a work of fiction. Pet Peeve, is a fictitious creation, as a child reader, he thought the heroes of the Prince Valiant stories were the dragons. The princesses were always out of reach, which left him in the hands of the dwarfs and trolls. When your only company is trolls and a few dwarfs it is easy to have a peculiar world view.
Fauntleroy and Flossy are not for everyone. There is mounting evidence that they are not for anyone, other than themselves. As the looting and plunder continue and rules are changed so funds remain in their pockets and flow to their pockets the country will become more and more stressed.
Did you in your wildest dreams think the United States would become the best customer of an entertainment corporation?