The current administration refuses to allow people born in Jerusalem the right to put Jerusalem, Israel on their passports.
They say that it is taking a position in the ongoing dispute over the city.
Yet, the State Department has its Arab-speaking consulate in East Jerusalem, which Palestinians claim as their eternal capital.
Every time someone runs for president, they say that they will recognize Jerusalem as the capital of Israel.
But once they get elected, the former candidate sheds their campaign promise and continues the policy.
Then the next wave of candidates make their promises. To eternally raise capital funds.
The Big Sleep
Ted needed a new mattress, so he tried one with coils and springs.
The recoil threw him into the ceiling.
Then, he tried a sleep number bed. But the bed wasn’t so good at math, and he ended up spending all night working out long division with an abacus.
After that, he bought a memory foam mattress.
But this one was defective. At first, he thought it had some kind of amnesia, but it turned out to be early-onset Alzheimers. He forgot his dreams.
In the end, he decided to cross the mob, and he peacefully slept with the fishes.
Together Forever
Sometimes, I like to take peyote and watch the shapes in the flames.
Tonight, I’m seeing my friend Billy.
He and I had been talking about the old times, when we were kids.
School and Little League and camp and all that shit.
Oh, and we talked about Jenny.
I fell in love with her. Billy fell in love with her.
Billy won, I lost.
And they were happy together.
But I wasn’t happy.
I tried, believe me, I tried.
But it hurt so much.
So, I set Billy on fire.
And when Jenny comes home, her too.
Together. Forever.
Television Upgrade
I recently visited my parents.
They have two old square televisions. They were blurry, low-definition, and letterboxed the video feeds.
So, I bought them a big flat-panel television, a wall-mount, and a disk player. Oh, and a box of high-definition scenery to use during the rainy dark days of winter.
They were going to upgrade their cable, but they went with a satellite provider instead.
I got an email from my dad that says the picture quality is great on the television in the bedroom.
Except that’s one of the square televisions. The new flat-panel is in the living room.
William the Looter
Unlike hundreds of others, William was smart and wore his bandana as a mask when he looted the Walmart.
He picked up a new pair of Air Jordans, some cool sweats, and a laptop computer.
The sneaks and sweats, he wore to school.
The laptop, he got set up with his neighbor’s WiFi.
The next day, the cops searched that neighbor’s apartment for stolen goods.
“Shit,” said William.
They caught William sneaking down the fire escape with the laptop.
No, they couldn’t match William’s face to Walmart’s security tapes.
But the bandana that hung from William’s belt was a match.
Dr. Odd’s Amybetty
Doctor Odd built a robot.
Amy loves the robot. So does Betty.
They fought over it.
So, Doctor Odd used telepods to duplicate the robot.
The duplicate is a perfect copy.
And he gave it to Amy… or did he give it to Betty?
Now, they’re fighting over who has the original robot and who has the copy.
Doctor Odd is sick of their fighting.
So, he used the telepods to merge Amy and Betty into one person.
The robots now fight over who gets Amybetty.
Robot fights are much cooler than girl fights.
Doctor Odd pops popcorn and watches.
Weekly Challenge #676: PICK TWO: standard, grafitti, blinding, blithering, pony, sparkle, amuse, fire
- Lizzie
- Richard
- Tom
- Jon
- Norval Joe
- Serendipidy
- Planet Z
LIZZIE
The blinding sparkle of local street lights contrasted with the deep shadows of dark street corners.
The army tank looked eerie.
Everyone knew they were about to lose the war.
The others were all over town with their soldiers and their heavy artillery, blocking the roads and asking for ID as if they owned the place. The others controlled the comings and goings while everyone tried to lead a normal life in the middle of utter chaos.
What gave them hope was the fact that someone was somehow setting those tanks on fire. One by one. They’d never give up.
RICHARD
Tag
He laid down the aerosol, and stepped back to admire his work.
He cut rather a strange figure, balding and bulbous nosed, surrounded by the youths in their low slung jeans and hoodies.
“What do you think lads?”
The boys nudged each other, one or two stifling a laugh.
“Sorry grandpa, graffiti’s moved on since your day. That tag of yours… Well, it’s just not up to standard, mate. You just ain’t one of us.”
He sighed. Maybe he was too old for this now.
Hands stuffed deep in his pockets, with head bowed, Kilroy shuffled off down the alleyway.
TOM
When the Circus Comes To Town
In 2165 New York City declared standard graffiti to be the office type
face of all city documents. LA followed and soon would Chicago, Houston,
greater Seattle and finally as far as Nome and the far islands of Hawaii.
Lawyers hated it cause you really could go below 24 points. The paper and
print companies love it. Not to mention the spray paint manufactures. I
can’t say I was fond of it, but vax populous rules. As in all things,
fashion reared her ugly head and by the turn of the century it was back to
Time Roman. Back to boring.
JON
The Circus Comes to Town
By
Jon DeCles
The old posters, weathered and defaced by graffiti, proclaimed in the
standard advertising prose of their vintage time that the circus was
guaranteed to amuse, that the tights of the lady who danced on the pony
would sparkle as she galloped through a ring of Real Fire, and that the
entertainment would be blinding in its ability dazzle. The blithering
blandishments continued on into tinier and tinier type until they lost all
readability.
The old barn on which the posters were plastered had not been used in half
a century, and the road had been replaced, far from local view.
SERENDIIPITY
Pick 2 – Sparkle/Pony
See the dust twinkle and sparkle with inner fire. Magical and precious, there are few things as potent and powerful as ground unicorn horn.
It’s pretty wasteful, of course. The only way to get the horn is to kill the beast, and they’re not exactly small animals. That’s an awful lot of pony left over!
Mind you, meat is meat.
Butchered, minced and turned into sausages, nobody complains about the quality, especially at the prices I charge, and I’m doing a pretty brisk trade in burgers too.
In fact, I’m making more from selling the meat than from the horns.
NORVAL JOE
Billbert scratched his head and said, “I guess the standard response would be, ‘Of course you would know your own boy friend’.”
The goth girl smiled, nodded her head, and straightened her jacket with sparkles and ponies pinned on the lapels.
“Are you a blithering idiot?” Linoliumanda stood up and pointed at Billbert. “He’s not Rhineheart. His name is Billbert and he’s my boy friend.”
Billbert realized he must be grinning like a fool when the girl asked him, “Does something amuse you?”
“Yeah,” he said. “I’ve never had a girlfriend before, and now it looks like I have two.”
PLANET Z
Don’t call it graffiti, Rico said. Call it street art.
Mixing glitter with the paint produced the best sparkling unicorn ponies.
How does he make it glow at night like that?
Fluorescent paint needs a blacklight, right?
“Phosphorescent,” said Rico. “There’s a difference.”
Rico’s not book-smart, he hasn’t been to school in years.
But he watches YouTube videos, arts-and-crafts and science stuff.
Why the sparking unicorns?
“Girls dig them,” grins Rico. “Their daddies pay me to spray up their bedrooms.”
The little girls invite Rico to their tea parties with their stuffed animals.
The big girls offer something more private.
Five and Dime
Hopper Coopersmith ran the Five and Dime on Main Street for years.
When he first opened it, Five was a nickel.
When he retired, Five was a five dollar bill.
“I remember when a haircut was a quarter, the newspaper was a penny, and a steak and egg plate with coffee was thirty-five cents.”
Harper had a heart attack last month. All those steak and egg plates took their toll, I guess.
Doctor says Hopper needs a heart transplant.
“How much were those when you were growing up?” asked Hopper’s great-grandson.
The oxygen mask on Hopper’s face muffled his response.
Hospice
Hospice Incorporated started as a nursing home operator which replaced nurses and staff with robots.
However, they got a reputation as being cold warehouses for the elderly and terminally ill.
So, they performed integrations in customer homes, providing robots that could navigate any environment and offer quality-of-life improvements without the need of a nursing home.
Eventually, they integrated the automation into the patients themselves, helping them to walk, eat, bathe, and monitor their vital statistics.
When the patient dies, the integrated system hails a car, goes back to the factory, gets cleaned off, and it’s recycled for the next installation.
Elisa Prime
The Elisa Museum and Research Center walks visitors through the history of The Elisa Robot Series, from her beginnings as a clockwork harpsichord-playing mechanism to the sophisticated better-than-human android, who frequently enjoys walking along with the visitors through the exhibits.
Sometimes, a visitor realizes that she’s Elisa, and she likes to give them a hug and tell them stories about the system in the exhibit, or the benefits to medical science that came from a particular advancement.
In a way, she’s conducting research on them, the visitors. How they stand there. How they move.
So they don’t notice her again.
