Russell Gayer, author speaker
(Intro in honor of Black History Month)
One of my earliest memories is attending a baseball game in 1958. What made this event particularly memorable was seeing my first black person. A black woman, holding a toddler the same size as me on her lap, sat ten feet from us. I don’t recall if my mother and the woman shared any conversation but do remember me and the toddler staring at each other with intense curiosity. Who knows how long we sat there gawking at each other, but I’m pretty sure we both needed a diaper change before it was over.
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The White House announced today that Theo Updyke, a TV cable repairman, will head the IRS.
“My plan is to make it simple/stupid,” said Updyke
He displayed a two-page adult coloring book.
“If you make more than $12 million a year, have your accountant scribble these pages with a crayon, any color but red, and receive a $2 million refund. For those between $250,000 and $12 million, use green and pay no taxes. Everyone else will surrender all property and move to a tent city in a former National Park until they can be deported to a third world country.”
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Could easily have been the other child’s first time seeing a white child too!
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I think it may have been.
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Dear Mr. Updyke and Over Da Fence
One ringy dingy. Two ringy dingies. Remember to store your crayons in a cool, dry place. Stupid is something running rampant these days, isn’t it?
I wonder if that black man remembers the white toddler at the ball game?
Hopefully this comment will take as this is my second attempt. Gotta love Word Press.
Shalom,
Ernestine Tomlin W(T)F
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Dear Ernestine Tomlin W(T)F,
I attempted a comment on your site earlier as well. Something afoul with WordPress runs. I have often wondered about the black man’s memories of the event as well. Obviously, he’d never see a child so strikingly handsome as me. I regret that it caused him to soil his linens.
Clint Boogerflinger
Tent Camp Host
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What will President Musk think of next??
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I don’t know, but with a name like Musk it’s sure to smell foul.
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If only this were satire
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True. Nothing surprises me anymore.
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Funny stuff, I took the colouring book angle too!
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I was going for satire, but sadly it may be closer to truth than fiction.
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Colours can have magic & may do the trick 🙂
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I’m not sure what the trick is. It may be more like a plague.
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It started so happily and hopeful… The ending am not so sure 🤷🏻♀️
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I think some of the people who voted for the current administration are starting to realize they have opened a Pandora’s box.
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I didn’t know you write realistic fiction. (seriously, great writing but the laughter gets stuck in the throat=.
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Absolutely. It’s a kick in the gut too.
Let’s hope this continues to be fiction and not prophecy.
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I like both stories.
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Thanks for reading and leaving a comment. Glad you enjoyed them.
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You’re welcome, Russell.
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Please accept my apologies for the new UK Labour government sending you Theo.
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He’s a real whiz when it comes to math.
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the people voted for this. regrets may come sooner than later.
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Maybe, but most will be too proud to admit it publicly.
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Politics. Whatever next?
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Sigh!
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I thought this was Friday FICTIONEERS, Russell. This is all too much a real-sounding idea for the ogres in power!
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Yes, I apologize. This prompt made it too easy to go the wrong way. I’m hoping the third world county has a nice climate.
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Apology accepted 😉
Right… there is a good chance it does.
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Well, it’s as screwball a form of economics as any I’ve seen lately.
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Fiction? (sigh)
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I am so confused. I see a comment above that I made on a totally different post? Oh well. On to this one. I hate to say it, but if our leadership degrades itself any further, a coloring book may well be our only line of defense.
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We’re all confused, so don’t feel alone. I wonder if they’ll bother auditing people using the coloring book method.
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I wouldn’t doubt it!
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Hmmm…. sounds reasonable.
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Too close to the truth to be anything but sad. 😦
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Yep. When you put a bunch of Goobers in charge you have to expect ridiculous results.
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I suppose. But even in my wildest nightmares…ah well..preaching to the choir.
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