ABIGAIL SUMMERS, 28 Feb 2025

Friday was always cause for a little celebration at Abigail Summers’ condo. It was small, but that’s how she wanted it because she was saving for a second house in Wyoming, really far out in the Rockies. It was currently being built by a contractor.

Her summer house on Long Island would be sold soon to finance the final installation at the Rockies’ “shelter” (as she liked to think of it). She had decided to pay up for some heating in the bathroom floor, and you had to be a little creative to get that done in the mountains, but it was possible.

What annoyed her almost every day was how much so many people did not think about what was possible, but were instead whining about their entitlements. Sure, she worked in a bank but she had always worked hard, had proved herself, and had never received anything beyond what she deserved. Just like at her childhood home in Alabama.

Her parents were assholes, of course, it wasn’t that they were fair or anything – quite the opposite. They cared only about themselves. Especially her dad’s gambling, that was what he had cared about, and still did – the old sod. But that only made her more determined to make a life for herself, on her terms. And when her first husband had turned out to be a wimp, she doubled down on that.

Abigail Summers had never gotten nothing for free from no one. And she wouldn’t begin to ask for it.

While she was getting ready to go to work, the kitchen TV droned on. The main story from Fox was that President Trump had been joking about calling the Ukrainian president, Zelenskyy a “dictator”. Last week. This week he had a meeting with the UK prime minister (who reminded her very much of her wimp husband) and some jerk-off reporter had asked about it.

When Trump greeted Starmer at the White House on Thursday, one reporter asked the two leaders about having common ground, with Trump describing Zelenskyy as a dictator and Starmer describing Putin as a dictator.

After dodging the question, another reporter asked Trump if he still believed Zelenskyy was a dictator.

“Did I say that?” Trump asked. “I can’t believe I said that. Next question.”

Very typical of the liberal press, Abigail thought, while slashing at the cucumbers with her favorite razor-sharp knife. To take one single comment oh-so seriously.

It reminded her of the sanctimonious BS she had to scroll through on Reddit in her breaks, getting into her “Popular Feed” despite her best efforts to keep it out–about how Trump was installing fascism in the US.

Jeesh. Get a life.

At least there had been one funny story on r/conservative about the House Judiciary GOP account trolling the losers this morning when the so-called “Epstein files” were released and libs were rushing to see if they had anything on Trump (but not on Clinton, of course). A guy (or a gal) with some good sense of humor had just linked to a Rick Roll video.

Of course, it made the libs go all crazy on social media. ‘How could an official gov account do that?!’

Abigail finished slicing the cucumbers for her salad. It was time to go. At 44 she wasn’t getting any younger. So now a good jog. And then back to pick up her ready bag – and then off to work – and then look forward to some greenies in the break at work. Her doctor, annoying as she was, would approve. It was the only authority she respected, but the doctor was also from Alabama, so there was that.

She put on her jogging outfit and made sure her clothes were ready on the bed when she came home for an ice-cold shower before she would change and get on her way to the bank.

As she passed her neighbor’s door in the hallway she heard nothing from the inside. The lazy bum was probably sleeping late again. Or having one of his boyfriends over.

She didn’t mind gays, except when they were wimps like her husband, of course. So no problem. But the guy could use some discipline in his routines.

She huffed to herself and got out on the stairwell and two minutes later she was running in the crisp morning air.

It was morning in America.

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