Lemonade Boys (Rough Draft, The Story Continues)

The King sat down with Dr. Jenkins.  “Thank you for meeting with me today Dr. Jenkins.”

“Oh no problem Johnny.” Dr Jenkins was relaxed today.  “What did you want to ask me about?”

“I have some questions about business.”

“Oh okay.  What kind of questions?”

“Well I want your advice on how to sell more of a product.  Just any kind of hypothetical simple product.”

Dr. Jenkins thought for a moment.  “Well, I think customer service can be very important.   Customers will come back if they are happy with the service.”

“Well Dr. Jenkins how do I make sure that the product itself is the best that it can be?”

Dr. Jenkins smirked, “Have you considered having the product be something that is addictive?”

The King’s eyes lit up, “Oh no I haven’t.”

Dr. Jenkins continued, “Well it is only an idea.  People know that cigarettes are bad for them but they still smoke them.  It is the nicotine in the cigarettes, it is addictive and people can’t help themselves.  They want it too badly.  So if I had a product and my main goal was to just sell as much as possible, then I would consider to make my product addictive.  If the customers have an addiction to it then they can’t help themselves and they need to buy it.”

The King had a smile on his face.  “Thank you very much Dr. Jenkins.”

(END OF POST, DJ ROBO BISCUIT)

LEMONADE BOYS The Competion part 2 (The Story continues) (NOV 26)

Lug and Fudge get back to headquarters.  They went to speak with The King.

The King spoke, “Okay boys.  What was that guys name?”

“It was Trey.” Lug said.

“Hmmm Trey.” The King seemed to ponder the name for a few moments.  “Was he a big guy?”

“No sir, no sir.  He was not big and strong at all.  He seemed more like a smart guy to me. Not too big, maybe five foot nine about 150 pounds or so.”  Lug told him.

The King looked at them, “And he said he was not going to stop right?”

“That’s right bossman.”

“Okay boys well then we need to take next steps.”  The King said.  “Okay here is what we are going to do … ”    The King laid out the next steps for his boys.  Once he was done laying out the steps he patted Lug on the arm.    “Okay, you guys got it?”

Lug and Fudge nodded, “We got it Boss.”


 

It was the next day.   School had let out.  Trey was walking back to his car from school.   A vehicle pulls up next to him on the sidewalk.   The back door opens, it is Lug.  He gets out of the car.  “Okay Trey get in we are going for a ride.”

Trey was caught off-guard, “Hey man, what is this?”

Lug was MUCH bigger than Trey.  “Get in the car now.”  Lug moved forward and grabbed Trey by the arm and forced him into the vehicle.  He was in the back in the middle, right in between Lug and Fudge.

“What are you guys going to do to me?” Trey asked.

“Just shut up okay?  We aren’t going to hurt you.”    They took out a canvas bag and placed it over his head.

“WOAH! HEY!  Why do I need a bag over my head?”  Trey protested.

“Just shut up Trey!  Shut your mouth okay?  We are going to meet the Bossman.”  Lug raised his voice at Trey.

Trey stayed quiet the rest of the ride.   They got to headquarters.   They pulled the car as close as they could to the building.

Lug leaned over to Trey.  “Okay Trey, no funny business.  We are here okay and we are going to escort you from this car inside to meet the Bossman.  You got it?”

Trey spoke through the bag, “Am I about to die?”

“Jesus man!  We are not killers okay?  The Bossman just wants to speak with you face to face.”

The driver of the car spoke up, “Okay guys looks like the coast is clear.”

Fudge looked at Lug, “Let’s go.”

They got out of the car.  They pulled Trey with them.  The Canvas bag stayed on his head. They moved him into the headquarters and sat him down in front of the King.   They quickly pulled off the canvas bag.  The King and Trey were now face to face.

“Hello Trey.”

“Hey man, what is the deal?  You have your own goons who pick people up?”

“Sorry for any kind of difficulty Trey but I wanted to meet with you face to face, you know man to man.”

“Yeah well who are you supposed to be?”

“The people call me The King.”

“Oh yeah?   You are not a very big guy Mr King.  I can’t believe these guys listen to you.”

“Well I am the guy with the vision.  These two work for me and help me with my operation.”

“Your Operation?”

“Okay Trey.  Cut the crap.  I can tell you are not an idiot and please don’t insult my intelligence.  You must have seen the stands around town.  I bet you thought you could do the same, am I correct?”

“I don’t really see a problem.  There are multiple lemonade stands around town and I am the only apple juice stand.”

“I told you to cut the crap Trey.  You have clients younger and older who visit your apple juice stand.  And that is because you don’t just sell apple juice there.”

“Well perhaps.”

“Okay Trey well let me spell it out very clearly for you.  I see you as being competition.  And I do not want any competition.  This is my territory.  This is my turf.  My operation will be the only operation.”

“Well I see we have a conflict here.”

“Trey, I think we have some options here.  I like your ambition and I think you can join my team here.  Think about it.   Anyway, here are your choices: You can come and work for me; you can shut down your stand; or you can move your operation far away.”  The King was staring directly into Treys eyes.

“And what if I decide to stay where I am and operate my stand?”

“Well Trey, If you want to keep working in your spot I must tell you that I highly recommend against doing that.  You may begin to encounter some, how you might say, difficulties”

“Is that a threat?”

“It is not a threat at all.  I have told you your different options and it is up to you to make a choice.  Life is all about choices Trey.   Our meeting here is done.”

Lug slipped the canvas bag back over Trey’s head.  They got him to the car.  They drove him back to his own car near school.   Fudge spoke to Trey, “Think about what The King told you Trey.  And don’t tell anyone about the meeting.  If you go to the authorities, we will know about it.”

They took the bag off of Trey’s head and let him out of the car.  They drove off.

Trey just watched the car drive away as he contemplated his options.

 

(END OF BISCUIT POST)

Lemonade Boys (The Competition) The Story Continues (rough draft)

The King and his boys were relaxing and having a good time at their hideout (which was a basement).

One of his boys came close to the King.  “Bossman, we have a report from the field.”

“Yes, go ahead.”

“Well, there is some guy and he is doing what we are doing.”

The King raised his eyebrow, “Oh?”   “Go on, tell me exactly what you are talking about.”

“It is this guy.  He has a wooden stand like we do.  And he is selling Apple juice, not lemonade.  He has two pitchers.   I have watched him multiple times.   Sometimes little kids go and buy something from him and sometimes older kids will go and buy stuff from him.   And he acts different if he is dealing with an older kid.    I think he is doing the same thing we are doing Bossman.”

The King was curious, “Do you know if he has more than one stand?”

The boy went on, “Not that I have seen.  I have only seen that one stand.”

The King looked around at his boys, “Well, this is very interesting.   Lug, Fudge come here.”

Lug and Fudge moved to him.  “What is it, Boss?”

“I want you two to go and meet this guy at his Apple Juice stand.  I don’t want any kind of roughness.  Just let him know that he needs to stop what he is doing and shut down.  Let me know what he says.”

“Sounds good Boss, we are on it.”

“One more thing, take this little guy with you since he knows where the apple juice stand is.”   The King looked at the boy.  “Good job young man.”

“Thank you Bossman.”


 

(The Next Day)

Lug and Fudge and young boy Jonny Fritz drove over to the Apple Juice stand.  It was in the suburbs.  It was a simple stand advertising “Apple J” on the board above it.  There was a young, clean-shaven teen working at the stand.  They approached him.

The young man smiled, “Hey.  How can I help you guys?”

Fudge spoke, “We are not here to buy.”

“Well then How can I help you?”

Lug looked at him, “What is your name?”

“Just who is asking?”

“Do you know who we are and who we work for?” Fudge asked him.

“I’m afraid not.  Should I?”   He just smiled.

Fudge squinted his eyes, “You know what you are doing out here.  Our Boss sent us.  We know about this operation of yours.  What is your name?”

“People call me Trey.”

Fudge got closer to him, “Well Trey, you need to stop what you are doing here.  You need to shut down this operation.”

He just smiled, “I’m sorry boys but I am not stopping.”

Fudge was making eye contact, “Our Boss sent us here to tell you to stop.  You got it?   Are you sure that is your response?”

Trey looked at them, “I am sure.  I have a good business going here and I’m not stopping. If you guys aren’t going to buy anything then I’ll have to ask you to be on your way.”

“Up to you.” Fudge said.    Lug and Fudge and young boy Jonny Fritz went back to their car and drove off.

Lug opened up his flip phone and dialed.

“Hello?”

“Hey King.  It’s Lug.”

The King’s voice came through, “What is the response?”

“No change sir.  He is going to stay open.” Lug spoke.

“Very well, I will have to take next steps.”   The King hung up.

Lug flipped his phone closed.    Fudge looked at him, “What did Bossman say?”

“He said we need to move to next steps.  I wonder what that means.”

The boys drove back to the hideout.   They had a meeting with the King and they planned their next move to deal with Trey.

To be continued … ….

END OF BISCUIT POST

A Biscuit Tale (Work of Fiction) “The Fight”

I wake up.  I roll out of my bed. CREAK CREAK. I hear footsteps above me.  “Fat bitch.” It’s my mammy stomping around up there.   I take a look to my side and I still got my ex-fiances shit just sitting there in a big bag.   I been meaning to get it back to her but I really just can’t stand the sight of that woman. I shiver  ” UGH!”   I can’t believe ever liked that crazy bitch. God damn.   I wasted too much damn money on her.


 

I meet up with one of my associates at a good local spot.  They got cheap beers on Tuesdays, only three fitty.  A local chick comes and waits on us.  I knew her from back in school I saw her around for sure.  My associate and I take a good look at her we she has kind of weird shaped ass and her face is really sharp.  A real strange face with intense eyes and strong eyebrows.  I look over at my associate, “I definitely hit it.”   My guy smiles and nods.    I say to him “She looks like the kind of girl who would give you a blumpkin!  You know what that means?  It’s one she blows you while you are taking a shit!”  I give it a good laugh.  This bitch is definitely a blumpkin kind of girl.


 

Me and my buddy are making my way back to my whip.  We had a few too many [drinks].   When my buddy C gets drinking he really runs his mouth.   We had seen a guy who was pretty big with some Marines tatoos.  You could tell he was jacked up on too much testosterone and was looking for a fight.   He followed us back to the car with some o’ his boys.    He said something to C  and C said something back.   We had some girl rolling with us and she got in the middle.  “Don’t fight!  Break it up.”  This bitch said.  Well, clearly the marine had no code because he just pulled back and Rocked this bitch. BOP.  And she was out COLD.  I get outta my car and this guy comes in for me.  I’m like BOP CHOK CHOK and I got this dude in a choke hold.   Meanwhile C is just getting his ass beat.   This dudes boys got C on the ground and he is just getting straight up Molly Whopped.

 

(End of Post, DJ ROBO BISCUIT)

 

The Land of Longfellow

The reporter road into town

Unsure of what he’d find

The town was not too big

Not too big for any mind

He saw the folks

They waved

Oh, they seem nice

Many people around would not think twice.

He was there to do his report

Because there had been word getting around

Of strange and bizarre things

Happening in this town

The word came in from anonymous sources

People who were scared

Of the kids of this land

Who often dissappeared

The Reporter left his car

And walked the town on foot

A car came driving up and screeched to a halt

The couple rolled down their window to relay the news

“You need to get out, it’s time to go.”

What do you mean why should I leave?

“This is not a normal place, it’s not safe to stay.”

Where is the danger in this town?

“We are leaving.

You should not stay here.

This is the Land of Longfellow and he will come for you.”

And after those last words, the couple rolled up their window and drove away.

The reporter walked on.

 

-DJ ROBO BISCUIT, The Land of Longfellow

Right vs Left (Conservative vs Liberal)

Biscuit post, right vs left,  conservative vs liberal

The Right and Republicans and Conservatives:

Conservatism is a philosophy that promotes retaining traditional social institutions in the context of culture and civilization.

Central tenets include “tradition”   “hierarchy and authority”      more extreme seek a return to “the way things were.”     A general defense of social and economic inequality.       Having power threatened and trying to win it back.

“American conservatives consider individual liberty, within the bounds of conformity to American values, as the fundamental trait of democracy, which contrasts with modern American liberals, who generally place a greater value on equality and social justice”

Judeo-Christian Values

Moral Absolutism

Anti-Communism and the fight against Creeping Socialism

American Exceptionalism

Abortion,   The mixture of Reality with Religion.

The Left and Democrats and Liberals

Liberty and equality

such as freedom of speechfreedom of the pressfreedom of religionfree marketscivil rightsdemocratic societies, secular governments, gender equality and international cooperation

The Age of Enlightenment

No State Religion; No Absolute Monarchy; No Divine Right of Kings

representative democracy and the rule of law

public trial by jury

Gender equality and racial equality

Separation of Church and State

Should there be welfare?

What about things such as torture as well as cruel punishment or public punishment?

 

End of post, DJ ROBO BISCUIT

 

Povery in the US, books, knowledge (November 9th 2017)

The Other America from 1962 Michael Harrington.

“Ralph Nader”

“Charles Murray”

“Poverty in the United States.”

Charles Murray, The Bell Curve

“War on America”

“Homelessness in America.”

“Class Conflict”

-DJ ROBO BISCUIT