Foxy Ladies

Life in the circus is one never-ending surprise after another. Bozo and the ring master have finally parted company. It was not an easy break-up. The ring master didn’t like the way things were going.

In other words, they weren’t going his way, and Bozo, of course, was never going to give up the reins. They ranted and raved about each other on social media for a while, doing what they do best … play the blame game.

It was fun for a while, and took the heat off the rest of us, but now it’s back to reality. All the poor suckers who voted Bozo into power, are seriously screwed. The health plan he promised to protect has gone.

He should’ve been a magician. There are even reports that he makes people disappear.

If he doesn’t like you, his henchmen can nab you off the streets, and put you in some holding place where no one can find you. Things get pretty icy around here at the mention of their name.

Now, he’s got his own TV channel that he calls Foxy Ladies. There’s a particular type of woman that he loves, and since he’s had quite a few of them, he’s quite fussy.

Usually, they’re not thinking types so much as the lookers. They tend to be impressed by his big wallet, even though they know he’s overcompensating for something else.

There’s a rumour he recruits them from an online agency. His profile name is something like Big Tipper. A misnomer if you ask me. He’s more likely to take more than he gives, like a true grifter.

But none of that matters; the foxy ladies still fawn over him. It’s so interesting to see them salivate when he’s being interviewed.

It’s Not Real News

It’s not real news. No one in their right mind would ever think that. It’s where he likes to disseminate his little fibs, and how they love his grandiose stories. In any other circus, they would have him certified for such delusions.

The ladies are queuing up to flatter his ego. It seems he gets them where they like it, and, ultimately, they’re hoping he will put them in charge of something important. It doesn’t matter if they don’t know anything about the job. They look good whatever they do.

This one lady, from some backwoods place, runs his security now. Her credentials for the job do not existent. She can shoot a gun. We know this because she shot her dog.

Poor Old Yeller, he was unlucky enough to be housed with a trigger-finger foxy lady. Animal shelters in those places don’t do background checks. There were no tears for Old Yeller’s passing. She added that kill to her resume and found herself a nicely paid job.

Thankfully, in her new job, she doesn’t have to use her gun. Now, she points Bozo’s henchmen in the right direction, and suddenly people disappear.

Bozo has a thing about people coming into the circus who shouldn’t be there. Some managers employ them because they work for so little money. Bozo wouldn’t profit without those people but he’s too stupid to comprehend this concept.

It makes no difference that they are hard-working family people. They come from another circus, and he wants to send them back. It’s ironic since his wife and in-laws also come from another circus, but there’s always an exception to the rule, especially if they’re related.

His fan base doesn’t care, and his foxy ladies will take care not to mention it on television. Bozo wants to get rid of a lot of things he doesn’t like.

Usually, they’re things that could be used against him. He’s paranoid that he’ll be found out. He’s been spending a lot of time with the legal profession.

Some of those in the highest places know him well. They like him, and accommodate whatever he wants.

I used to think the circus was democratic, but that’s a lie. Bozo would be in prison if that were the case.

Instead, he’s living like a king, and throwing his weight around, which is sizable, making sure everyone does what he wants. Soon, I won’t be able to write this sort of thing for fear I too, might disappear.

Thankfully, I’m too low in the scheme of things to be noticed. I only hope that if his foxy lady catches me, she doesn’t send me off to join old Yeller. I would hate to become her next target practice.

Thankfully, for me, his people don’t read anything but his missives on how good he is. He takes to his online forum to let us know how he’s a genius, and God’s gift to the planet.

The way he worships at his own altar is cringeworthy to anyone with half a brain. Again, it’s a good thing; his people are lacking in this respect.

It also helps that I’m white. Bozo has a thing about people of colour. He’s recently invited a band of white people, somewhat suspect, from another circus where they’re the minority.

We’ve become a sanctuary for white people, but not poor white people. Oh, poor people are going to feel the squeeze soon enough.

I can’t see him ever giving up his seat of power, even though his brainless son is sparring for a chance to take over. We can only hope people suffer enough to rise up and take him down.

What we need is a woke generation. We need people to wake up to his dubious antics.