A Quaint Little Story About Bigots.
And soup. There’re probably a few euphemisms in there too. And – perhaps – a few croutons. I like croutons, don’t you?
Don’t you just hate it when you find a bigot in your soup? Eeeeuw! Gross!
This is exactly what happens to John Q. Public one day as he sits down to enjoy a fresh bowl of soup at his favorite restaurant! He puts his hand up to complain, but unfortunately the waiter doesn’t believe him – and as his protests increase, so does the intensity of the waiter’s denials!
What will happen to John? Will he get fresh soup – fresh soup without a bigot in it?
Whatever inspired me to write this book? Well, I originally wrote this piece as a poem, because there was a bigot in my soup. As strange as that sounds, and surreal – which it is of course – unfortunately it is also true. Like the protagonist in this piece, I encourage people, societies and governments to demand that the restaurant flush their bigot soup down the crapper. Hey, I pay my taxes, I vote, I toe the line – I want new soup! I demand new soup! Clean soup without the stain of yellow toup’s and tiki torches and little Nazi salutes floating about in them like obscene little croutons of hate!
Let’s all work together to make a world better for all of us! – That’s the message of “Waiter, There’s A Bigot In My Soup!” by Christina Engela. Make it so!
Available in eBook and paperback formats!
- Published: First Edition, October 18, 2019 (eBook, paperback)
- Words: 1,415 (Illustrations & text)
- Pages: 45 pages (6×9 format paperback)