Monty by Jim Meddick for December 26, 2024

I’d like you to meet my little friend.

Stephen King “Battleground”!

I talked my pacifist mother into buying me guns when I was a kid. Army guns, detective guns, even secret spy guns. By the time I got to 6th Grade I had decided that guns were for little kids and never wanted real guns in the house when I grew up.

March of the plastic soldiers.

So the spoiled brat is now a warlord as well. Just great.

That would be a fun toy. I could be a D.I. Drop and give me twenty, Maggot!

do they actually fire something or is he just bullying… um, teasing him or something. :j

He has his own ‘army’ to do his bidding. ………… What will he do

with it?

In the grand hall of mirrors, the leader sat at his marble table, meticulously arranging his collection of miniature soldiers. Each figurine was a symbol of his imagined might, their polished bayonets reflecting the dim light of the chandeliers. To him, they were more than toys—they were instruments of control, tools to subjugate and silence those who dared to defy him.

“Magnificent, aren’t they?” he mused aloud to his circle of shadowy advisers. “Imagine them marching through the streets, restoring order with precision, crushing dissent under their boots. There’s a certain charm in absolute authority, wouldn’t you agree?”

Most nodded obediently, but one dared to speak. “Sir, while they may seem powerful, using soldiers against one’s own people could lead to ruin. History does not forgive leaders who rule with force over their own.”

The leader’s face twisted in anger. His hand shot out, sweeping the entire army from the table in a thunderous crash. Soldiers clattered to the floor, scattering like leaves in a storm. “History?” he roared, rising to his feet. “History is written by those who win, I won BIG, bigger than anyone else, and I am the one who decides the fate of others—not you, not them!”

The room fell silent, save for the echoes of his outburst. The advisers exchanged uneasy glances but dared not speak further. The leader, his fury subsiding into a smug grin, leaned back in his chair. “Order is my gift to them,” he sneered. “And if they resist, they’ll learn what true power means.”

Outside, the murmurs of the people grew louder, a tide rising against the walls of his gilded palace. He did not notice the cracks forming beneath his feet, blinded by his own tantrum-fueled delusions. For power wielded like a child’s toy is destined to shatter, and no tantrum can stop the inevitable wave of change.

Brings to mind a quote from “A Fish Called Wanda”:

Archie (while being dangled out a window):

“I offer a complete and utter retraction. The imputation was totally without basis in fact, and was in no way fair comment, and was motivated purely by malice, and I deeply regret any distress that my comments may have caused you, or your family, and I hereby undertake not to repeat any such slander at any time in the future.”

Now kids will be wanting their own drone swarms.

Steal his batteries! :)

Creepy as the image that crossed my mind was the movie “Trilogy of Terror” starring Karen Black. The third story of that which was called “Amelia.”

dear lord, Buster Brown’s armed?

So, does everyone remember the movie, March of the wooden solders?

Jarvis knows that if he wants to survive in that house he can’t have unquestionable opinions.