The Great Trenlin knows the right atmosphere will catapult him into the realm of the very greats in the fortune telling business.
This story has been written quite a while ago, during the holiday periods.
Description would spoil it but here is some indicative information.
Its about the thugs of the old times who supported their living by lies.
The story of a farmer who meets them and they plan to loot him.
Their President sounded the clarion call and from across America they responded. All brave and honorable men, some seeking to live down the memory of highly compensated medical specialists and 4-F draft classifications during the 1960s, all destined undoubtedly, at least in their own minds and the minds of the like-minded, to become legendary Captains of American Industry. Each and all dedicated, in the beginning at least, and in word if not deed, to the Commander in Chief’s notion that the good people of Iraq and all around the world were yearning to become Americans.
An overworked man asks his television, who's responsible for his own insanity. *Note: commenting is tedious for readers, we get it. I just ask that if you prefer not to comment -please, at the least, give me a rating in the comment section of my stories. This helps me figure out the direction I feel I should take in writing future stories. Thank you!