Wednesday, January 04, 2006
sticky clumps
I have just finished up the outline for another of my unwritten novels. It is a story of intrigue and political dirty tricks. Like all unwritten works, it has sold little.
Dark, cigar smoke filled room at country club where the plotters forge a grand scheme. Just shadows of faces, strong drinks, and whispered voices.
Flash to several law office meetings and upscale dinners where gambling interests are sold the abilities of our star, a flamboyant Washington lawyer and lobbyist, to provide real progress on capital hill on their behalf. The very deep pockets of these clients, I will call them tribes, start to make real progress in the legislative bodies. Money and favors flow like trinkets at a trade show. Soon, enough pockets are lined and the plot begins to thicken.
It seems our star has been grafting off a lot of money for himself and the tribes feel shafted. Now comes the justice department, they are easily able to show this has occurred. Jack, our star, is faced with big time problem of a long time in jail or squeak for a deal. Like all good crooks he offers to give up information on whom he paid in congress to forward his clients interests.
The fan starts spraying out odoriferous clumps of sticky and fear is spotted in the congressional offices. The many resignations and prosecutions that follow clean house on the hill. As luck would have it, only the outright dishonest and stupid are forced out, and the good servants of the peoples are left.
As Jack, our star, is taken off to jail, we see a long black limousine roll the window down. Just a brief glimpse by Jack, our star, over to the car, and we see a big smile and thumbs up from Tom, the guy from the smoke filled country club room. Just another sting, another soldiers selfless work, and the limo drives off.
When I turn this into a screenplay, might need to change the names to protect the guilty. ©2006 DASCOM
Dark, cigar smoke filled room at country club where the plotters forge a grand scheme. Just shadows of faces, strong drinks, and whispered voices.
Flash to several law office meetings and upscale dinners where gambling interests are sold the abilities of our star, a flamboyant Washington lawyer and lobbyist, to provide real progress on capital hill on their behalf. The very deep pockets of these clients, I will call them tribes, start to make real progress in the legislative bodies. Money and favors flow like trinkets at a trade show. Soon, enough pockets are lined and the plot begins to thicken.
It seems our star has been grafting off a lot of money for himself and the tribes feel shafted. Now comes the justice department, they are easily able to show this has occurred. Jack, our star, is faced with big time problem of a long time in jail or squeak for a deal. Like all good crooks he offers to give up information on whom he paid in congress to forward his clients interests.
The fan starts spraying out odoriferous clumps of sticky and fear is spotted in the congressional offices. The many resignations and prosecutions that follow clean house on the hill. As luck would have it, only the outright dishonest and stupid are forced out, and the good servants of the peoples are left.
As Jack, our star, is taken off to jail, we see a long black limousine roll the window down. Just a brief glimpse by Jack, our star, over to the car, and we see a big smile and thumbs up from Tom, the guy from the smoke filled country club room. Just another sting, another soldiers selfless work, and the limo drives off.
When I turn this into a screenplay, might need to change the names to protect the guilty. ©2006 DASCOM
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