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This little tale I cooked up was inspired by Newsies and the tale of Scheherazade. which I think captures some of the 'consumerism-nihilism intrigue' surrounding our arguably capitalism-subjective 'TrumpUSA.'
I sometimes feel weird about our First Lady Melania Trump when I think about how the U.S. President (Donald Trump) was once just a casino-owner...
Maybe I've been watching Leprechaun too much...
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY USMB!!!
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Samuels was an eccentric Austrian-American young man who decided to dress up as Michael Myers (the fictional masked serial killer from the iconic Halloween horror film franchise) and roam around his suburban neighborhood in Virginia one Halloween Eve trying to give people goosebumps. People would wonder, "Is that a normal guy dressed up as Michael Myers for Halloween, or is that a psycho trying to 'copy' Michael Myers --- in appearance and evil deeds?" Samuels was thrilled.
Samuels walked around until he came upon a dimly-lit house that Halloween which seemed to be getting no trick-or-treaters (because of its gloomy lighting). Samuels decided to walk up to the house and knock on the door. The door creaked open on its own, so he walked inside (very carefully). There was noise coming out ofr the basement, so Samuels (dressed as Michael Myers!) decided to wander down into the basement. When he got there, he was horrified to discover a beautiful young woman dressed as a Medieval maidservant tied up and gagged and crying. When she saw Samuels, he looked at him and beckoned him to save her!
When Samuels took the gag out of the woman's mouth she said oddly enough, "I am Scheherazade, an Arabian princess trapped by an evil king and his minion Rumpelstiltskin and kept in this dungeon basement in modern America after being warped through time. You must save me!" Samuels untied her, and she ran out of the house and disappeared. Samuels ran out of the house too and tried to forget the entire bizarre incident, convinced it was just some kidnapper who trapped a hysterical woman who simply fled to safety after he untied her. However, the next day, as Samuels (now in regular clothes and unmasked) was walking around the neighborhood and noticed a funny-looking boy (the community paper-boy) riding his bike (with his bundle of newspapers).
The paper-boy rode right up to Samuels.
SAMUELS: What do you want?
PAPER-BOY: Did you wander over to that creepy house last night dressed as Michael Myers?
SAMUELS: Maybe, why?
PAPER-BOY: Nobody goes there. What did you find?
SAMUELS: Nothing. I found nothing. Why do you ask?
PAPER-BOY: Some people heard a woman screaming there last night. Do you know anything?
SAMUELS: I wasn't there when any woman was screaming...
PAPER-BOY: Alright, I believe you, but you should know something, Mr. Samuels...
SAMUELS: What's that, kid?
PAPER-BOY: Every morning after a Halloween Eve of strange tidings, there is an aura of eeriness in the air.
SAMUELS: What, only in this neighborhood?
PAPER-BOY: That's right! The folklore is that this neighborhood was built on a Native-American cemetery.
SAMUELS: Oh, like in the film Poltergeist II?
PAPER-BOY: That's the rumor. There's something in the 'air' the morning after, and you can feel it in the sun.
SAMUELS: How did you discover all this?
PAPER-BOY: Hey, every paper-boy knows of strange spirits the day after unusual tidings (that's our job!).
SAMUELS: It's probably just a 'traumatic hangover' caused by people doing mischief with toys...
PAPER-BOY: Or maybe it has something to do with humanity's arrogance about Starbucks and 'TrumpUSA.'
SAMUELS: What???
PAPER-BOY: When people think strangely about courage, Mr. Samuels, the Earth gives us 'afterlife signs.'
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I sometimes feel weird about our First Lady Melania Trump when I think about how the U.S. President (Donald Trump) was once just a casino-owner...
Maybe I've been watching Leprechaun too much...
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY USMB!!!
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Samuels was an eccentric Austrian-American young man who decided to dress up as Michael Myers (the fictional masked serial killer from the iconic Halloween horror film franchise) and roam around his suburban neighborhood in Virginia one Halloween Eve trying to give people goosebumps. People would wonder, "Is that a normal guy dressed up as Michael Myers for Halloween, or is that a psycho trying to 'copy' Michael Myers --- in appearance and evil deeds?" Samuels was thrilled.
Samuels walked around until he came upon a dimly-lit house that Halloween which seemed to be getting no trick-or-treaters (because of its gloomy lighting). Samuels decided to walk up to the house and knock on the door. The door creaked open on its own, so he walked inside (very carefully). There was noise coming out ofr the basement, so Samuels (dressed as Michael Myers!) decided to wander down into the basement. When he got there, he was horrified to discover a beautiful young woman dressed as a Medieval maidservant tied up and gagged and crying. When she saw Samuels, he looked at him and beckoned him to save her!
When Samuels took the gag out of the woman's mouth she said oddly enough, "I am Scheherazade, an Arabian princess trapped by an evil king and his minion Rumpelstiltskin and kept in this dungeon basement in modern America after being warped through time. You must save me!" Samuels untied her, and she ran out of the house and disappeared. Samuels ran out of the house too and tried to forget the entire bizarre incident, convinced it was just some kidnapper who trapped a hysterical woman who simply fled to safety after he untied her. However, the next day, as Samuels (now in regular clothes and unmasked) was walking around the neighborhood and noticed a funny-looking boy (the community paper-boy) riding his bike (with his bundle of newspapers).
The paper-boy rode right up to Samuels.
SAMUELS: What do you want?
PAPER-BOY: Did you wander over to that creepy house last night dressed as Michael Myers?
SAMUELS: Maybe, why?
PAPER-BOY: Nobody goes there. What did you find?
SAMUELS: Nothing. I found nothing. Why do you ask?
PAPER-BOY: Some people heard a woman screaming there last night. Do you know anything?
SAMUELS: I wasn't there when any woman was screaming...
PAPER-BOY: Alright, I believe you, but you should know something, Mr. Samuels...
SAMUELS: What's that, kid?
PAPER-BOY: Every morning after a Halloween Eve of strange tidings, there is an aura of eeriness in the air.
SAMUELS: What, only in this neighborhood?
PAPER-BOY: That's right! The folklore is that this neighborhood was built on a Native-American cemetery.
SAMUELS: Oh, like in the film Poltergeist II?
PAPER-BOY: That's the rumor. There's something in the 'air' the morning after, and you can feel it in the sun.
SAMUELS: How did you discover all this?
PAPER-BOY: Hey, every paper-boy knows of strange spirits the day after unusual tidings (that's our job!).
SAMUELS: It's probably just a 'traumatic hangover' caused by people doing mischief with toys...
PAPER-BOY: Or maybe it has something to do with humanity's arrogance about Starbucks and 'TrumpUSA.'
SAMUELS: What???
PAPER-BOY: When people think strangely about courage, Mr. Samuels, the Earth gives us 'afterlife signs.'
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