Abishai100
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This Kentucky Derby political-intrigue tale I wrote was inspired by the culture-daydream films National Velvet and The Terrorist and is meant to raise the question, "Why do human beings always think about ethics troubles in civilization-symbolic environments?"
Let's hope 'TrumpUSA' does not create the same kind of 'comic book cynicism' that Reaganomics created.
In fact, I'd like to believe Trump's casino-centric America will generate some 'dog-gone storytelling.'
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John and Gary were very different. One was an ex-IRA man now working for the CIA as an intelligence-operative in Moscow, trying to fight the Russian mafia and doing so rather valiantly. The other was a corrupt LAPD officer involved in labyrinths of drugs, extortion, and political corruption. John was the good guy, and Gary was the evildoer. John dabbled in chess, while Gary dabbled in amateur hitman work (exterminating drug-dealers who threatened his 'criminal enterprises'). John and Gary were about to cross paths and in the most unlikely of places --- the Kentucky Derby!
Gary was sent on a special 'mission' to the Kentucky Derby; he was to carry a large amount of opium and cocaine for a special Scandinavian who came to the USA to watch the cherished American horse-race at Churchill Downs while conducting some black market munitions business for the Middle Eastern terrorist group ISIS. John was sent to the Kentucky Derby too to investigate the possible 'corruption' associated with the visit of this mysterious Scandinavian 'patron' of Churchill Downs. John carried his silencer-pistol (as always), and Gary carried with him his magnum (as usual).
At the Derby, John met a beautiful woman named Sandy who was particularly charming and gracious-looking, but he feared he had no time to court her (but he just couldn't keep his eyes off her). Gary noticed Sandy too, and he also noticed John watching her. John looked out-of-place to the cold-hearted but calculating Gary, who immediately suspected he was sent by the FBI or CIA to investigate the dealings of the Scandinavian patron with whom Gary planned to do some easy and profitable business with, so Gary started following John and Sandy around at Churchill Downs.
John couldn't resist trying to talk to Sandy so he started walking towards her, but as he got nearer, he noticed the strange-looking Gary walking towards her too. John immediately sensed Gary did not seem like a virtuous fellow and even suspected he was possibly carrying a weapon and was perhaps connected to the Scandinavian visitor the CIA was investigating. John quickly pulled out his silencer-pistol and twirled right around Sandy so she didn't notice him and swung his gun out and shot Gary in the chest and carried him to the bathroom as if he was drunk and passing out. In the bathroom, John questioned Gary.
JOHN: You were sent here to do business with our common unethical Scandinavian friend?
GARY: You guessed it, my valiant friend!
JOHN: So I assume these dealings are drug-related.
GARY: Drugs, guns, and perhaps more.
JOHN: Were you giving him anything special (a package, a message, etc.)?
GARY: Why should I tell you?
JOHN: C'mon man, you're dying in this bathroom. Salvage some dignity and help civilians.
GARY: You were following that lovely girl, weren't you?
JOHN: Maybe. What's that to you?
GARY: You tell me, and I'll tell you.
JOHN: Why do criminals always sound like 'mad scientists'?
GARY: Life is an experiment, my friend.
JOHN: I want to believe you're dying now, so you can contemplate the sanity of confession.
GARY: Maybe.
JOHN: Close enough. If I meet that girl, I'll retire peacefully and try not to remember our bathroom meeting.
GARY: Forget me.
JOHN: Alright.
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Let's hope 'TrumpUSA' does not create the same kind of 'comic book cynicism' that Reaganomics created.
In fact, I'd like to believe Trump's casino-centric America will generate some 'dog-gone storytelling.'
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John and Gary were very different. One was an ex-IRA man now working for the CIA as an intelligence-operative in Moscow, trying to fight the Russian mafia and doing so rather valiantly. The other was a corrupt LAPD officer involved in labyrinths of drugs, extortion, and political corruption. John was the good guy, and Gary was the evildoer. John dabbled in chess, while Gary dabbled in amateur hitman work (exterminating drug-dealers who threatened his 'criminal enterprises'). John and Gary were about to cross paths and in the most unlikely of places --- the Kentucky Derby!
Gary was sent on a special 'mission' to the Kentucky Derby; he was to carry a large amount of opium and cocaine for a special Scandinavian who came to the USA to watch the cherished American horse-race at Churchill Downs while conducting some black market munitions business for the Middle Eastern terrorist group ISIS. John was sent to the Kentucky Derby too to investigate the possible 'corruption' associated with the visit of this mysterious Scandinavian 'patron' of Churchill Downs. John carried his silencer-pistol (as always), and Gary carried with him his magnum (as usual).
At the Derby, John met a beautiful woman named Sandy who was particularly charming and gracious-looking, but he feared he had no time to court her (but he just couldn't keep his eyes off her). Gary noticed Sandy too, and he also noticed John watching her. John looked out-of-place to the cold-hearted but calculating Gary, who immediately suspected he was sent by the FBI or CIA to investigate the dealings of the Scandinavian patron with whom Gary planned to do some easy and profitable business with, so Gary started following John and Sandy around at Churchill Downs.
John couldn't resist trying to talk to Sandy so he started walking towards her, but as he got nearer, he noticed the strange-looking Gary walking towards her too. John immediately sensed Gary did not seem like a virtuous fellow and even suspected he was possibly carrying a weapon and was perhaps connected to the Scandinavian visitor the CIA was investigating. John quickly pulled out his silencer-pistol and twirled right around Sandy so she didn't notice him and swung his gun out and shot Gary in the chest and carried him to the bathroom as if he was drunk and passing out. In the bathroom, John questioned Gary.
JOHN: You were sent here to do business with our common unethical Scandinavian friend?
GARY: You guessed it, my valiant friend!
JOHN: So I assume these dealings are drug-related.
GARY: Drugs, guns, and perhaps more.
JOHN: Were you giving him anything special (a package, a message, etc.)?
GARY: Why should I tell you?
JOHN: C'mon man, you're dying in this bathroom. Salvage some dignity and help civilians.
GARY: You were following that lovely girl, weren't you?
JOHN: Maybe. What's that to you?
GARY: You tell me, and I'll tell you.
JOHN: Why do criminals always sound like 'mad scientists'?
GARY: Life is an experiment, my friend.
JOHN: I want to believe you're dying now, so you can contemplate the sanity of confession.
GARY: Maybe.
JOHN: Close enough. If I meet that girl, I'll retire peacefully and try not to remember our bathroom meeting.
GARY: Forget me.
JOHN: Alright.
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