Biting the Hand
Gus, a PETA advocate, thought if he just fed the gator, it would see he was on the side of all animals, including gators. The gator’s response was more like that of a divorce lawyer, a politician, or a bad tempered pit bull.
Where Politicians Come From
Jonathan wasn’t all that happy to be labeled one of the “Stinking Paparazzi”, but being one had had its rewards Like the day–following a very iffy lead–he discovered the factory where politicians are made. While governments or political parties could specify color, language, basic ideology software, and diatribe to suit, the mold and the basic platform were the same for all. Lying, treachery, deceit, and insincerity were all standard no extra cost items . . .
Web of Deceit
The once hugely popular Congresswoman, caught in a web of deceit by the media and the Congressional committee, suddenly found herself upside down in the polls. . . . . David, Sf.G.
Post Turtle
For about the fifth time in as many months, Kenny (pictured) had seen on his I-pad the email going around with the old rancher saying, “Some of them politicians in high elected office in Washington are like post turtles; it just ain’t right, and they just shouldn’t be there.” Kenny agreed that those West Texas desert ranchers may be right about that in the dry country, since there’s no turtles there anyway, but here where the Corps of Engineers had re-engineered the bayou and the post was just barely out of the water, a turtle being on that post didn’t seem all that strange or out of place. . . . . David, Sf.G.
Coat of Many Colors
Claudette had been observing political changes over the past few years and thought that she finally had the system figured out. She would be the ideal candidate–she was part white, part black, part brown, and female besides, she looked good on camera, but didn’t actually do or say that much, and she had bewitching, intense green eyes that made reporters forget what question they asked, much less what the answer (if any) might be. . . . . David, Sf.G.
Mesmerized
Jimmy and Sandie, while touring Washington DC, heard a persuasive voice blaring from a portable sound system. The speaker’s delivery was so mesmerizing that they just couldn’t tear themselves away. When they finally got clear and tried to analyze what they had heard they agreed that it had sounded good at the time, but in retrospect they were uncertain as to just what was said. They were trying to decide if the speaker was a televangelist, a politician, or Billy Mays, back from the dead . . . . . David, Sf.G.