As October and
Halloween approach, I discovered that it's already Obama-ween, and it's been
Obama-ween for nearly five years. . .
The Job Interview
by Robert Barrow
"Okay. . .and are you
married, divorced or single?"
"Widowed."
"Oh, I am
sorry, sir. I didn't think you. .
."
"Don't
worry about it. It happens all the
time. I don't look old enough to. .
."
"Yes, well,
have you any children?"
"Not
anymore."
"Sir?"
"A boy and
a girl -- they died young."
"They. . .
deceased as well? That's, that's
tragic beyond words. Illness?"
"Not
exactly. But something, I guess you
could say, terminal."
"How. .
.how long were you married?"
"My wife
and I were together for almost eight years."
"Where did
you wed?"
"Well, we
weren't married by society's rules. It
was a common law relationship."
"Then you
and your family aren't listed in any public records?"
"No."
"So, you
two had children during those years."
"That's
right."
"Surely,
they attended school?"
"Home
school."
"I'm sorry
to sound as though I'm prying, sir, but I have to ask these questions?"
"I
understand."
"What
happened to your wife? Was she ill?"
"No. We merely parted ways."
"I. . .I'm
a bit confused, sir. First you said you
were a widower, and now you tell me you parted ways?"
"Correct. Our time together became unpleasant as years
progressed. There was no other solution
but separation."
"And. .
.your children?"
"Very, very
disappointing. A man has a right to
expect his children to be good."
"What
happened to them?"
"When my
wife and I broke up, the children broke up as well."
"But you
said they were ill."
"No, you
said they were ill."
"So your wife and
children left at the same time, before her death and theirs?"
"Precisely."
"You broke
up and considered yourself divorced?"
"I prefer
to say that we ended the relationship first, and then did the breakup after
parting."
"Yes, the
breakup. . ."
"Yes. You might call it a separation, the ultimate
separation."
"Can you be
any more specific about the termination of your -- common law? --
marriage?"
"Only
insofar as our lives changed and her. . .and their. . .obligation to me
was split asunder."
"Obligation? You look upon your family's actions as an
obligation to you?"
"Of
course."
"But you
say your former wife is dead -- and your children, too? How?
Why? What happened?"
"I think we
just sorted that out, did we not?"
"Then. .
.you. . .murdered your. . .?
"I never
used that word!"
"Sir, this
all sounds very suspicious and. . ."
"I told you
almost everything! We parted ways and we
separated, then broke up and our relationship was split asunder! My wife, my children, they all hated me! To hell with them!"
"Almost
everything?" There was more?"
"It was the
end! After all was said and done, the
relationship was dissolved and that was that!"
"Sir, I don't
know if you're joking with me or -- well, in any event, the job may only be 15 hours a week, but I don't think we can
hire you. I have to insist that you
leave. Now."
"To hell
with you all!" shouted the man, storming out of the office.
Two hours later,
still unemployed, the man drove his old pickup into the junk-filled yard next
to his isolated cabin in the woods.
Walking toward the doorway, he paused, grumbling incoherently, as he
fixed his gaze upon a section of a field several feet away. Even at a distance he could plainly see the
axe, sledgehammer, hatchet and numerous empty containers originally filled with
both sulfuric and hydrochloric acid.
Despite the insects he felt, and was convinced ,were eating the very
brain inside his head, angering him all the more, he made a mental note that
tomorrow he needed to come up with a few precious dollars to purchase some bags
of lye to finish a special task in the garden.
But no matter. He had gone
through this same routine, over and over again,
the partings, the separations, the breakups, the dissolved
relationships. He knew everything would
get better, if he could just nail down some decent employment before the next
time. Jobs had been so hard to
find since President Obama's failed policies and Affordable Care Act
began spreading like a zombie virus set at force-feed, driving an insane nation
even crazier. Under this bunch in
Washington, horror stories no longer confined their actions to the silver
screen.
