Whenever something outlandish or atrocious makes the headlines, an intelligent person looks behind the smokescreen to find out what’s really happening. There always seems to be a bit of nefarious behavior going on somewhere that the “powers that be” would rather not have noticed. The days recently past have been no exception.
Like a scene out of a movie, a large number of people out of South America have formed what is being called a caravan, and are walking their way toward the southern border of the United States. They are not “illegal immigrants” as they have been labeled by the conservative media, and will not become such until they attempt to cross the border. Roald Drumpf has made the unsubstantiated suggestion that there are Arabic people hidden among the South American throng. He has claimed that he will declare martial law along the border to prevent any and all from entering the United States. Perhaps in preparation for this, he has sent a military contingent into the area, and he has said that they might shoot into the crowd if necessary.
Mid-term elections are only days away, and Roald Drumpf has been making noises designed to nullify the results of the vote, should the hoped for “blue wave” wash away the red party’s control of the legislature. His “broken-record” claims of illegal voters has droned on since his own election, and he has yet to produce any proof of his claim. Meanwhile, the red party has been flooding phones of their own registered members with calls and texts, and has even sent volunteers door to door, hand delivering election propaganda to members of their own party, a not-so-subtle way of saying “We know who you are, and we know how to find you.”
With the Supreme Court now under his influence, Drumpf no longer has to be concerned that the contents of his federal income tax returns will ever be made public. The newest justice made it plain from the beginning that he would protect his benefactor from harm; after all, they share so many of the same attitudes and behavior patterns. Both are misogynists, and they are both prolific liars. One senator admitted to doubting the veracity of statements made during the confirmation hearings, but decided to vote in his favor despite this. It’s not whether we will regret his decision (the vote was 49-51), but how soon, and for how many years to come.
What message is being sent here? Party loyalty is more important than doing what’s right? “Good Old Boys” look out for each other. One man recently said it all. When arrested for groping a woman while riding on public transportation, he allegedly said, “The President says it’s okay to touch women on their private parts”; it’s known as the Drumpf defense.
The past few days have been marked by the delivery of packages containing pipe bombs to people and organizations known to be on Drumpf’s enemies list. Fear spread across the nation. Roald Drumpf responded by chastising the media for what he called their inaccurate and irresponsible reporting of the news. A suspect was quickly found and arrested (At first reported to be a registered member of the blue party, it was later reported that he had little to no interest in politics before Drumpf came along.), but not before Drumpf had declared it an attempt to distract voters from the mid-term elections. He also claimed that, should the red party lose seats during the election, it would be the fault of that distraction. With his “illegal voters” ploy already in play, his next action will be to negate the results of the vote. Should the red party win seats, of course, the nation will hear nothing more of it.
A major “rap artist” has become a representative of his sub-culture within Drumpf’s inner circle. Is he, as Roald Drumpf claims, an old friend, or has be become a “token” as others claim, used for his potential influence at the polls? Of those who don’t admire him, the vote is divided between anger and ridicule. One news source recently reported that he had decided he was being used for things in which he did not believe, and has attempted to withdraw.
The country was recently stunned by a massacre inside a synagogue. Drumpf’s response to this tragedy was to say it wouldn’t have ended so badly if those inside had been armed. The next day, he spoke at yet another political rally. Again, his only concern seemed to be that the media would use the shootings against him in the political arena.
The United States representative to the United Nations recently walked away from their post. Roald Drumpf “could find no one more qualified” to take over the position than his own daughter.
In yet another attack waged in Drumpf’s war in illegal immigration, he has decided to issue a Presidential declaration revoking the citizenship of those people who were born in the United States to parents living here illegally. While there are doubts this would be legal, there are equal doubts that the courts would do anything to stop him.
“When is a door not a door?” Grace thought as she gazed hopelessly at the open portal to her home. It was only slightly ajar (hence the joke), as though some attempt had been made to close it during the intruder’s rapid exodus. She had been certain that Reginald had locked the door, but she wondered now if he hadn’t been just going through the motions. So much of their lives had been by rote in the time since their return, she no longer knew what she could trust.
Reginald seemed to be upset. Before Grace could say anything, he had pulled open the door and gone inside, rushing from room to room. Grace moved more slowly, taking in the mess that had been left behind. Things were knocked over and pushed aside in an obvious search for… something. She was just pulling her cell phone out to call the authorities when she heard Reginald’s angry roar. Still holding her phone, she hurried to his side. He was in his den, fists clenched in rage and shaking with anger. His gun safe had been knocked over and was lying on its back at his feet. It had not opened, but had been severely damaged by an attempt to make that happen. Grace couldn’t imagine any one person doing that amount of damage to anything so sturdy, and Reginald’s tools being scattered about the room seemed to corroborate her theory.
His desk drawers had been pulled open and the contents scattered, but nothing obvious was missing. The mess in this room echoes that in the other rooms. Grace assured Reginald that their homeowners insurance would replace his gun safe. His big screen television was leaning against the wall upon which it had been hanging, but it had been left behind in the intruder’s hasty exit.
Being careful not to disturb anything, Grace went to check out the condition of the remainder of her home. She worried that her security measures had been discovered, but she would have to wait for a more private time to see if they had been moved.
In the bedroom, she found her jewelry box tossed on the bed and its costume contents scattered about. Her few “good pieces” had recently been moved to another location, and a quick check proved that they were still in place. “From now on,” Grace said to herself, “I’ll have to take them with me when I leave the house.” She had taken her cash savings with her, although she knew the possibility of being robbed on the street was probably just as great, if not more so, as the occurrence of a home invasion. She tossed her costume jewelry back in its box and rejoined Reginald in the living room. He was talking on the telephone; Grace presumed he had called the police. “No,” she heard him roar into the phone, “I don’t thing there is anything missing, but they destroyed my home.” He listened for just a moment more before slamming down the hand set. “They’ll come by later to take a report,” he grumbled. “Worthless SOBs.” He began to straighten up the room, righting what had been knocked over and picking up what had fallen to the floor. Grace wondered at the wisdom of altering the crime scene, but as nothing had been taken, it seemed unlikely that the police would do more than take their statement, then grumble later about the useless paperwork it had caused.
Her train of thought came to an abrupt halt when she heard Reginald ask, “Grace, where’s your computer?” She looked up to see him standing over the open drawer of a small table where she usually stored her laptop when she wasn’t using it. Grace had developed the habit of logging out and putting it out of sight; no point in tempting Reginald by leaving it out in the open.
With the loss of her computer, she no longer had the ability to monitor her security system; a moment of apprehension told her that Reginald was aware of that. While quite adequate for communications purposes, her cell phone was not of the “smart” variety. She must have looked concerned, because Reginald was quick to assure her, “the insurance company will buy you a new one.” Grace hung her head in defeat, she would just have to be patient and hope for the best.
The police finally arrived and took down a report of the damage and loss, but they hadn’t been encouraging. “We almost never recover stolen items,” the officer said, “You should just write it off and let your homeowners insurance deal with it.” Was that a smirk on his face, Grace wondered, as she watched him drive away.
After he had gone, Grace and Reginald picked up the remainder of the mess, then righted the gun safe and hung the television back on the wall. Things were as visually back to normal as they could make them.
Grace didn’t feel much like cooking, so their quiet evening meal was eaten at a nearby diner. This time Grace made certain that all the doors and windows were locked, and that the outside security was functioning. They returned home immediately after their meal, and each went quickly to their chosen place for slumber.
After she was sure Reginald was asleep, Grace went to check on her “bugs”. They seemed undisturbed, but without her computer, Grace had no way to know what they had “seen”. “Worse,” Grace thought, “Whoever took it could know all that had happened here since it was taken.” She decided to disable the system to prevent them from learning even more.
Early the next morning, Grace received a very disturbing phone call from the husband of her “resistance” friend. “Have you heard from my wife lately?” he asked. “She’s been acting kind of strange over the past few days. Last night she just left without a word, and she hasn’t been home since.” Grace wasn’t sure how much he knew about her “special activities”, so she told him it had been several days since they had spoken. “Are you two okay?” she asked timidly. She was assured that they were fine, “Although I have asked her to be extra careful. You, too! Several of her friends have been attacked lately. She may have gone to check on one of them, I just don’t know.” Grace assured him that she would be careful, and that she would let him know if she discovered anything.
That day and the next were spent in a state of limbo. The local news had nothing to say, and none of their mutual friends had heard anything. The only good news was that the “were-man” had also dropped out of sight. Grace crossed her fingers that he didn’t have her friend.
On the morning of the fourth day, the headlines read, “WERE-MAN FOUND DEAD!”