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Tandra Page 1631, The Best They have?!

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I’m sitting on my back porch looking out over the yard as the rising sun brightens the Eastern sky.

Mister Johnson was by for a visit. I was working on the next Tandra Page, but I took time to go to the door and let him in. Then I fixed for him a big glass of Iced Tea. The weather out has turned off chilly, but a good glass of tea is tasty no matter the temperature.

Mister Johnson had been to the local Quick Stop up the road and he had picked up a newspaper just for curiosity. I don’t know where Mister Johnson gets his news. We both lost interest in the local rag when the New York Times Company bought the paper out. I get my news of world affairs by radio and over the Internet. Wherever Mister Johnson catches his news, he keeps up with world events about as well as anyone I know.

But Mister Johnson was at the convenience store to pick up some food stuffs and a few apples and he grabbed a newspaper and brought it with him.

Mister Johnson sat down in his favourite chair and took a big gulp of Iced Tea, then he put his glass aside and we exchanged pleasantries. We had a nice shower and the temperatures cooled. Mister Johnson’s garden did not need the rain even though we had a long dry spell. Just about everything Mister Johnson planted in the Spring has matured and he gathered it in before the dry spell came along. Still the rain was nice. I expect we will be having more rain as Fall settles in and people will begin complaining about wet weather. Folks like to complain.

Mister Johnson looked over the newspaper as we talked and he suddenly said, “Are you telling me these clowns are the best the Democrats can come up with as candidates for President?”

Apparently there was an article in the paper listing the Democrat Wanna Bees running to be chosen the party’s standard bearer in next year’s Fall Election. Mister Johnson was running down the list and shaking his head in disbelief and disgust.

“I don’t believe it,” he said. “There’s some guy who calls himself “Spartacus” and a woman who pretends to be Native American Indian and a sexual pervert and a guy who bragged he got his son on the board of a foreign company by using American Tax Money as a bribe. You can’t believe these people. Each one is worse than the rest. I would not vote for these clowns for dog-catcher! You’d think a national political party would be able to attract a better class of candidates!”

Mister Johnson and I talked on as concerns other topics of conversation. I was near sunset when Mister Johnson decided he needed to be on his way.

He left his newspaper in my trash can.

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