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Oct. 27, 2004 Chicago...for a place called The Windy City there was something a little more sinister in the air. There was a foul wind blowing and a storm brewing over the Daley Mansion (known to some in whispered voice as Castle Daley, and ending with a sign of the cross even among Jewish folks). The night was dank, foggy, grim, and dark. A perfect night for party business. The moon was full. It was also going into eclipse turning blood red. The master of the castle was also rising for the night. His cape fluttered like wings in the breeze. His brows knit together at the prospect of the meeting ahead. A werewolf in the uniform of City Hall Security stood at attention and saluted His Honah da Mayah. His majesty waved as he walked past. Another werewolf was on a chain bolted to the wall. A zombie opened the massive oak and wrought iron door with a squeeeekkk! Music to His Honour's years. He smiled. Inside the board room the huge heavy table was populated by the creepiest, darkest, foulest collection of creeps, ghouls, monsters and goons in creation. In otherwords the Democratic candidates from the state and the representatives of more national candidates looking for support (purely a courtesy call)for their boy. Everyone stood as he entered and headed toward the head of the table. He sat down and everyone did likewise. He scanned over the agenda on the table. A fetid fiend approached with his head in his hands and kissed the ring on His Honah's finger. The goon put his head back on his shoulders and the mayor put the finger back in his breast pocket. His Honour raised an eyebrow (he couldn't arch an eyebrow as that is copyrighted by Francis S. down south in a particular city in eastern Missouri) the goon greeted The Mayor, this was the rep from Jolly Johnny (Heinz) Kerry. Sweet Teflon Lips (Slick Billy to his friends) said hello and hoped the mayor would get the faithful ready by the election. Of course it wasn't a concern, but registration of dead and fictitious were down since the incident in Ohio. The Mayah said to tell Bill not to worry about his boy. Republicans, real and suspected, were taking up residence in The Lake and being registered to vote Democrat even at this time. The goon bowed and left. The Mayah scanned the crowd at the table. Someone was missing. Where was Obama? Obama! Appear before me, your master. A twisted humpbacked man hobbled up with a note. It was just written as the blood was still fresh. It read: Dear Master Mayor Daley, Sorry I missed the meeting. I'm practicing raising taxes and passing harsh,cruel, and inhumane laws. In otherwords I'm in the dungeon torturing nondonors to the party. The mayor crumpled the note and threw it into the fireplace where a fat cat commitee man was roasting on a spit. The fool, work now, fun later. ------------ About the author: Lee Zelhart is a proud graduate of McKendree College in Lebanon, Illinois and the father of two teens (one of which will be getting married in the next couple of years, maybe sometime in 2006) and the author of The Ghost of the Cavalier due out in 2005. Email: graphicsdoctor1@sbcglobal.net Tell a friend about this site! ------------ |
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