News of Possum Poot

There were good times and bad times in Possum Poot; I can’t figure out which was which. I got a call from headquarters one day instructing me to meet a young lady to discuss various important (to the party—GOP, God’s Own Party) matters. It was at an out-of-the-way bar but I went.

When I entered, she recognized me and introduced herself. A strikingly attractive young lady with an eastern European accent, her name was Anna Falacksis. We talked a bit until she suggested I show her my government-surplus Humvee I used to capture yellow librul Democrat dogs for removal. Well, when we got into the Hummer, a few things got in hand, and then things got out of hand, clothing fell off and the thrill was there, then the thrill was gone.

As we exited the Hummer, we hastily rearranged our clothing just as Emma (Mushroom Mama) and Sassy Sue walked by. Our faces flushed from exertion and embarrassment, I stammered that one removes protective vests after getting out. I immediately thought “WWDD” (what would Donald do) and realized I didn’t have that kind of money.

Another call came a few days later. Our glorious leader wanted to hold a rally in our town. Naturally I agreed with enthusiasm. He stated he would have a cropduster cover our town in gold dust to make it more Trumpish. We all stayed inside until the plane flew off. With anticipation we went out to view the glory of it all. Sadly it looked more like we’d been dusted with Cheeto dust; orange everywhere. We may never see green grass again.

Come visit Possum Poot and get your righteous indignation on! STEVE GIBSON

Little Rock