It was in the height of the killings of WW2 ... 1940 ... that James Thurber penned his very short piece on barnyard gossip, a hitherto unknown method for discrediting others. Here, it is from his Fables for Our Time.
Not so very long ago there was a very fine gander. He was strong and smooth and beautiful and he spent most of his time singing to his wife and children.
One day somebody who saw him strutting up and down in his yard and singing remarked, "There is a very proper gander."
An old hen overheard this and told her husband about it that night in the roost. "They said something about propaganda," she said.
"I have always suspected that," said the rooster, and he went around the barnyard next day telling everybody that the very fine gander was a dangerous bird, more than likely a hawk in gander's clothing.
A small brown hen remembered a time when at a great distance she had seen the gander talking with some hawks in the forest.
"They were up to no good," she said. A duck remembered that the gander had once told him he did not believe in anything.
"He said to hell with the flag, too," said the duck. A guinea hen recalled that she had once seen somebody who looked very much like the gander throw something that looked a great deal like a bomb.
Finally everybody snatched up sticks and stones and descended on the gander's house. He was strutting in his front yard, singing to his children and his wife.
"There he is!" everybody cried. "Hawk-lover! Unbeliever! Flag-hater! Bomb-thrower!" So they set upon him and drove him out of the country.
Moral: Anybody who you or your wife thinks is going to overthrow the government by violence must be driven out of the country.
"I think he went that-away, Officer."
Now I'm not pointing any fingers at anyone but, at a dem-Dems Picnic today, I think I might've and could've heard two whiggy kind of fellows ... dressed much too good to be Dems whispering about how Gay Mr. Trump must be and how fortunate he was to be at the receiving end of the news
about the New York Bombings. Now, I couldn't swear to it -- after all they might've been talking about some Gay threesome they thought that Donnie got involved in when he was just a kid and they was pretty far away from me. Still ... Could be! Could it be? Hard to say. Gimme about five years to figure this one out.
But it seems to me that there might be somethin' there. I'm just sayin' and I mean nothin' by it ... but who WOULD have the most to gain by non-lethal bombs goin' off just a mile or so South of Trump Palace. Didn't have to be T-Rump-his-self. Coulda been one of his sir-o-gates ... Coulda even been Robert Gates ... or ... one of dose All-Together-Not-Too-Bright folk ... Maybe it was Bannon or that Epshtein Guy ... he sounds like a Russkie t'me! Y'think he's a Russkie? Like the Moscovite Candidate or somethin.' Remember the Movie? Yeah. That could be it. Yeah! Yeah! Now that you says that ... I mean ... it coulda been, right. Trump? He got the motive and he certainly got the opportunity with all dose people he gave jobs to out of his sense of Good Ole American Sharin' and Sacrifice and who are now beholdin' to him with their vote. Don't wanna go too far. Shhhh! But I might have sources. Tell'ya later.
But if any o'you Red-Blooded Americans know f'sure if any of his'n guys were in Chelsea, last night ... Gimme a ring! and call the Cops, too. Special ... look out for guys who look like this guy:
or this guy.
Especially that Guy. I hear folk have seen him with Mr. Trump, his-self. Now, don't'ya get y'self all hot and bothered ... Mostly jest jestin' here ... I think Drumpf calls it Sarcazm or somethin.' Why would Mr. Trump be dancin' about bombs goin' off in America under President Obama's watch? Y'gotta be kiddin.'
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