For the Upteenth Time

A Trumped Up Views story – 10/2025

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“I can’t believe he won’t release the files,” said Charlie.

“I think it’s because he’s in them,” said Spencer.

“Bite your tongue Spencer Bickett. That man is a saint,” said Charlie.

“Saint Full-O’Sheet maybe. Him and Ickstein were chummier than a dog and a mud puddle. I ain’t sayin’ he sings in A minor but he clearly knew the man.”

“It don’t sit right. I elected that man to take care of people like Ickstein not …” said Charlie, waving his hands around.

“Cover up for them?” suggested Spencer.

“Yes. Drain the swamp, clear out the trash. Now, he’s looking no better than them. He should release the list. Clear his name, get on with it. After all that’s what he was put in office for.”

“Well, I elected him to keep my tax cuts and repeal the baby killer bill. But you’re right it certainly doesn’t paint him in a pretty picture to keep sitting on them,” said Spencer.

“You know abortion rights are up to the state?” asked Charlie. He took out his watch from the pocket of his suit; checking the time for what was probably the fifth time in the last half hour.

“They are now, thanks to the Supreme Court. Packed by Mr. President himself,” replied Spencer.

“True. And you got to keep your tax cuts.”

“Is that the sound of sour grapes in your tone Mr. Charlie Mason? Nobody told you to go putting up those solar doohickies.”

“Renewable energy is the future. And God knows I needed to do something with the land. With the changes in the weather and lack of rain, farming has gotten damn expensive. Another thing the President was supposed to do something about I might add,” said Charlie.

“Fix the weather?” asked Spencer, curious.

“No. Help the farmers. We’re the soul of this country and we’re being treated like-”

“Dirty field workers?”

“- Well, yes. Like we don’t matter.”

“ … “

“What? That’s some pretty loud silence Spencer Lee.”

“You don’t matter to him. Hell, neither do I. The man is in it for himself and him only.”

Charlie shook his head. “I thought I knew you, Spencer. You’re a damn RINO.”

“Name and checkbook. It’s what keeps me in good graces. And I thought I knew people too before that man became President.”

There was a moment of silence between the two men.

“Do you know when this pageant is supposed to start?” asked Spencer.

Charlie took his watch out and looked at it again. “Should be any minute.”

“Good. Not like these little girls are gonna judge themselves, right?”

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