this morning #2178.

this morning, they totally broke the mold. they made one last ideal model before the cracks started to show & the whole thing quickly melted down, leaving shattered pieces strewn all about. as dust began to waft up from the debris, she simply stepped over the mess. didn’t even flinch. fixed her dress, slung her purse over her shoulder like a rifle & strutted up onto the stage to a raucous round of applause. it didn’t stop. in fact, it continued on long enough for her to wonder if she should instruct them to shut up. it was a bit much. one lady up front fainted. another made an odd noise as if she’d seen jesus, a ghost or possibly both. the noise died down. she began to speak. preached about how to avoid being perceived as weak.