Propped by pillow and elevated by elbow, Francine lies on the couch flipping through television channels with the remote control waved as a magic wand controlling a scrying screen.
Click! A himbo appears, being interviewed by a drooling androgynous pale television personality. Apparently, the himbo is someone we're supposed to care about because of his genetically and plastically modified looks, which have made him resemble a hunkier and taller version of whichever screen idol made your mother's panties wet. The himbo is famous for being famous and was on a reality show or two, but now has some sort of ambiguous Hollywood career involving modeling, acting, singing, political fundraising, and doing extremely long lines of cocaine off floating blow-up dolls at pool parties. The drooling media maven asks the himbo what he thinks of Labor Day and the himbo says, "I don't understand why it's called Labor Day when everyone has the day off work. My personal assistant wanted the day off and I told him 'It's Labor Day, bitch, that means you work.'"
Francine clicks to the next channel before she can hear any more idiocy. She wonders if stupid role models are produced by oligarchical design to encourage people to act stupidly and not participate in a democracy.
On the next channel, Dick gives a presidential stump speech in a right to work state about how he's a friend of working families, and urges the audience to support his elimination of taxes for the rich since that will stimulate the economy and create more jobs for working families to work. He also adds that eliminating child labor laws will give the opportunity to all the members of working families to work.
Click!
Pro wrestling is on the next channel. From her time with Jake, Francine recognizes one of the wrestlers as The Plumper Plumber, but she doesn't know who he's whipping with a snake (or drain auger for those of you who confuse steel ropes used to unclog drains with reptiles that live in a hole in the yard and like to eat mice).
Masani comes downstairs sniffling in her robe. Her hair looks like it is trying to separate itself from the rest of her body.
Francine looks at her and says, "Rough night?"
"Ha!" Masani says, and plops down in the old yellow chair, "I wish, Sugar. No, Donald's sleeping in his room. He was up late. He probably was reorganizing his comic book collection for the millionth time. I've caught some damn cold. I couldn't catch it when I could use a sick day. I have to catch it on a day I'd have off anyway."
"That stinks."
"Yeah," Masani says, looking at the television where the Plumber has just dumped a bucket of vile green liquid over the head of his opponent, "What are you watching? Wrestling?"
"No, I was just flipping through the channels."
Masani smiles, "Are you getting back together with Jake?"
Francine wonders why they call it love when it's not lovely.
Blog Love Omega Glee is a novel by Wred Fright about two bloggers who fall in love while the world falls apart, which is being serialized on his blog. To start reading from the beginning or read another installment, please visit Blog Love Omega Glee Central on WredFright.Com. If you like what you've read, or you've read all of Blog Love Omega Glee and want more Fright, then please read his first novel.
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