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PRIDE GOETH –

 

The white full breasted turkey was walking around Dupont Circle, one of the busiest streets in Washington, D.C. Its big fancy tail was spread out in imitation of a glorious peacock. Discombobulated drivers honked, yelled but the turkey never acknowledged their rudeness and proudly strode in long yellow steps , gobbled a few times to amuse the on-lookers and let its waddle sway in the fall breeze.

 

Traffic slowed to a crawl. Children came running from every direction. The press came in droves. With dreams of fame and fortune, paparazzi flashed their cameras at everything. Not once did the turkey blink. Police cars sounded their sirens and the crowd moved gradually towards the grassy area in the middle of the circle.

 

The President, his large family, senators, a few movie stars, assembled in the Green Room of the White House. Cocktails were served along with hors deuvres on silver platters. A ten piece band played a variety of music from religious to rock to bop for an hour. Finally they stopped to allow the full breasted white turkey to get all the attention as the President, in a sign of graciousness, spared the turkey's life. Applause from the guests as the turkey strode out of the Green room, out of the White House. He, a turkey weighing forty five lbs. Was driven to a farm near Lancaster, PA and allowed to father as many turkey-lets as he wished for his entire natural life.

 

While that was going on and photo after photo of the President being kind, allowing the turkey to live, 50 other less fortunate, smaller ones were slaughtered in the hidden garage behind the White House. Their heads were chopped off and their feathers quickly plucked. Their cavities were stuffed with fragrant dressing and their roasting began. At seven p.m. dinner was served in the Gold room where  George and Martha Washington had often supped.

 

Pictures of our thoughtful, kind President, his wife and four children, filled the morning newspapers, t.v. programs. None were shown of the roasting of the fifty other turkeys.

 

Well before the next election for a second term, all of that baloney was forgotten and John Glassman lost. He was such a pompous fool and a real dodo.