Yes, I love the Brothers Grimm. They feed something in me... if you'll pardon the expression. The collective, and collected, writings of brothers Jacob Ludwig Karl und Wilhelm Carl have long intoxicated my unique "dark" perspective on life. (I jest, for I'm hardly alone in that regard.) My excuse may come from the fact that I did live for a few years in Germany's luscious der Schwarzwald. From those rich green forests sprouted some dark tales. And seeds for me.
In October of 2020, U.S. President Donald J. Trump experienced a Covid health scare. He recovered and went on to lose the 2020 election and win the 2024 election. Some folk pegged the 2020 election loss as an attempt to garner sympathy from the voting public.
After the brush with Covid, and knowing Trump was okay, I was inspired to have a little fun.
If this was a Brothers Grimm story, how might it end? Most of us would not wish something like this on Mr Trump, but, given his mean nature toward his fellow man and woman, one can have fun with a fanciful tale....
"King Trump, while dining late one night on food fit for kings, felt a great disturbance in his belly and breast, a rumbling of which he recalled from days and nights before. He sweated all over, and he gasped for life. His minions rushed him to the town's physicians, who, with armour and tools, battled for him through the night, only to lose the king of kings in the darkness.
His faithful villagers did not fret for long at the sight of their immobile once-proud King. They ate him all up."
Postscript: I understand this tale is even darker in the original German.
(No, I did not write the above in German, then translate it to English. My written German is about as good as a Toronto Maple Leafs powerplay.)
Did my parents read stories from the Brothers Grimm to me when I was a child? No! They did not! And I had to make up for lost time.
Time?
It's time I enjoy a more satirical form of Germanic folktales and read Johann Karl August Musäus' Volksmärchen der Deutschen....
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