Monday, February 1, 2010

Here Come Da Judge

The fall from grace of Mr. Forked Tongue or slick tongue or lying cheating so and so. There was something about his smile that just looked dishonest to me. It was a cheap smile exposed to those that could not look beneath the curving lips. Or perhaps it was the way the lips curled that reminded me of the devil himself. Not that I have ever seen the devil in person. I've heard of the devil seen pictures of what he may look like but never met the deranged aberration face to face.

The perfect slicked back hair was another taint on the soul of the sneaky candidate. And then the cost to maintain that perfect bonnet. Enough money to feed a family of four for a month. And Mr. Forked Tongue insists that he is so involved and caring for the underprivileged. I can't see his compassion.

Obviously some one saw his compassion or perhaps she saw his vulnerability. In she went for the kill and came out with a marvelous burrow in which to keep her young fledgling. How much of the blame and shame does she accept?

In the Scarlet Letter I truly felt the pain and unfairness of the situation. Branded for life in shame without fortune. Today's version of the Scarlet Letter takes a different road and it is not the road less traveled. It's right out there on the freeway for all to see, chatter about, speculate and dissect.

Smile and tell tall tales and pretend to spin wheat into gold so the masses will believe. There was a crooked man who lived in a crooked house that told crooked lies. Tricky Dickie has met his match.

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