Frog Applause by Teresa Burritt for December 09, 2017

Check with Dexter. He’ll recommend a good apron and smock for the dirty work.

(or the front half of each, with tabs)

“He complained that his bathwater was somewhat chilly, so I added five liters of his fresh hot blood to it.” — Charlotte Corday

Next stop for Dorothy…. Salem, Massachusetts and another Witch trial and tribulation. Another one just like the other one. Do unto others as they did to you.

Salt-cured Gingham!

would you like a table or a BOOTH?

Good morning, Miss Phelps. Your assignment, should you decide to accept it, is in Washington, DC where a once-great nation is being held hostage by an vindictive thug determined to destroy it for his own profit. Eliminate him at all costs. As usual, if any member of your team is caught or killed, the secretary will disavow any knowledge of your actions. Good luck, Miss Phelps, and may God have mercy on us all.

Good for you, my little paper doll.

The young Betty Crocker, before she was gagged and shunted off to the test kitchen. But her minions, known collectively as “the Floured Hand” continued her mission in the shadows.

Thus spake John, striking, then taking a leap of faith !

Kind of tyrannical of her, running around killing people she disagrees with.

Paper dolls are born killers.

While all of these seemed similar enough, none really satisfied the conditions applied by observation. The conditions were these. One, a bad situation would exist, and be hidden. Two, there would be some parallel or similarity in my own experience. Three, my perceptions of reality were obscured. Four, an end to concealment would soon follow. I wondered if I had some power to change reality. But I had no knowledge of what was going on, just interference to my awareness. It was an unproven theory, relying too much on unconscious action. The answer had to be much simpler, the mechanism less complicated and more robust. I was up to fourteen such events now, and it was becoming more ordinary rather than fading away.

Me too!

You smite them mightily with thy rod? No wonder you need a fresh tab-on dress each time. Awfully damned messy, all that smashing and bashing and blood spurting….

Latin will not cover for your crimes, however. It didn’t work for J.W. Booth, and it won’t for you.

Your neck will be stretched.

The trouble is that tyrants are very good at camouflaging their actions.

Ideally, like all cons, their subjects flock to them and force them to take control by popular demand.

Thinking is just too painful for many.