Queen Esther -
continued
by Albert Russo
Unlike many of the female
blabbermouths - yeah, right, some of our sistern
unlike our MCP brethren talk a lot of hogwash
because they’re so jealous of each other -
Queen Esther had learned to keep certain truths
to herself.
The king promised to reward
Mordecai, but at the same time he named the
brutal warrior-in-chief and Vizir Haman. The ladder
became so snooty and arrogant that everybody had
to bow before him. But Mordecai who knew how evil
he was refused to obey his orders. Haman flew
into a huge rage and blurted so violently that he
almost swallowed his tongue: “That Jew will
pay for this very dearly, I shall annihilate that
whole bloody Jewish population, like the vermin
that they are!’
Warned by her cousin, the
queen rushed to inform her hubby, again, without
first requesting the necessary formal invitation
- risking to be put to death for not following
the rules, menshshsh! - but she couldn’t
care less, because if she did not tell the king
of the menace that hung over her people, an awful
carnage would take place.
“Oh my Lord, oh my
mighty Lord,” she first whimpered, then
suddenly cried out like a wounded tigress, “You
did once tell me that I could ask you for favors.
Well, I have just learned that Haman wants to
destroy every Jew in the land of Persia, I’m
talking about my people.”
“My sweet, beautiful
Esther,” the king said, with a grin that
looked like he was going to smother her with a
thousand smooches, before swallowing her alive,
“indeed, I promised that you could ask me
anything, so what is it that you want me to do,
oh most divine of all queens? and I shall grant
it to you with all my heart and unbound love.”
That’s called being
enamored, bewitched, bowled over, besotted,
beguiled and twitter patted pat pat … when
they twittered then, they cooed like birds and it
lasted much longer than our 140 words of nowadays.
Look up the word in your dictionary, coz in our
speedo era one definition out of two is so twistified
that our folks no longer understand their
children’s gibberish. Like when I first
taught Unky Berky to use a computer, telling him
to throw an old file in the trash bin, he pulled
out an old notebook from the shelf and started
shredding pages. Coming back from the loo, I was
horrified, on account that he was throwing the
diary he wrote when he was young lad in Italy.
“Stop it, Bonka, what
the hell are you doing!” I blurted out.
“You said that I
should throw all the old stuff in the dustbin,
and that’s what I was doing.” he meowed.
“Not the real papers,
you clot!” No, I’m not disrespective,
or whatever one says in this case. My uncle and I
are buddies, we grew up together, since my father,
the nerd, abandoned my mom and me when I was
still a baby.
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