Written by Dr. Billingsgate

Monday, 27 August 2018

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Dr. Billingsgate I Presume

BILLINGSGATE POST: The metronomic ticking of the time bomb that would provide kaleidoscopic evidence that the FBI was colluding with the Russians was forcing Special Agent Slim Everdingle into making a virtual Hobson’s Choice; whether to go with his first impulse or wait until a better one flashed before his unbelieving eyes.

Nights of solitary stake-outs in his refurbished 1951 Midnight Black Studebaker Champion had taken its toll on Slim. Although he was over six feet tall, squeezing into the Champion was worth it because it made surreptitious surveillance seem like child's play. A staple among spies for generations because of it's unusual design, the casual observer would have a problem determining whether the Studebaker was coming or going; a plus for spies like Slim.

Watching Russians passing Hamiltons to unscrupulous double agents hired by the FBI to undermine the election of President Trump was boring to Slim. That’s why his only solace was stuffing Dunkin Donuts down his pie hole while reeling off popcorn farts that clouded the windows of his retro spy mobile. His drive-along partner, Detrick “Dirty Tricks” Detwiler, had ample reason to engage in counter attacks of equally destabilizing flatulence that reeked more of sulfur than of limburger cheese.

Slim had the FBI to fear more so than the Russians. He could trust the Russians to keep their end of the bargain. But the FBI under James Comey posed a more immediate threat to Slim. He knew that they had wired the President's albino raccoon hairpiece; something that the Secret Service was not aware of. Knowing that if he revealed this, Special Counsel Robert Mueller might try to link him to the mysterious disappearance of James Hoffa; Slim had to be extra circumspect.

Meanwhile, the chirping of the cicadas in the Elm tree under which he was parked warned him that he was not alone. Even though they appeared every seven years, the fact that this was the fifth year made the hairs on the back of his neck prickle....


NOTE: This is Part 1 of a series. More to follow....

The story above is a satire or parody. It is entirely fictitious.

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