Wiston Papers

Iconic, presumptively.

    

My iconic friend, John, and I were having our weekly iconic coffee klatch last week at our iconic cafe.

“I’ve been thinking a lot lately,” he exclaimed, “about two iconic issues.”

“Presumptively,” I agreed as I slowly sipped my iconic java from my iconic cup.

“Uh…yes, “he paused as he presumptively looked at me questioningly then continued.  “About this iconic presidential campaign and the  Supreme Court’s iconic public hearing on iconic President Obama’s iconic health care act.”

“Presumptive President Obama,” I corrected.  “The  presidential race between presumptive Republican candidate Mitt Romney and Mr. Obama is iconic indeed.”

“I’m convinced that Romney’s attack on iconic America’s current iconic economy will be only strengthened by the Court’s iconic ruling expected in June,” John pondered.

“Two presumptive themes at the heart of this iconic campaign, “I sipped.  “But I’m not sure that the presumptive ruling will necessary be that important or iconic,” I countered.

“More coffee, boys?” asked our iconic waitress, Beverly?

“Presumptively,” we chorused in unison.

“Didn’t you hear how Iconic Justice Antonin Scalia interrogated the government’s lawyers,” he questioned.

“Well, I did notice that iconic Justice Clarence Thomas was quiet.  But iconic Justice Elena Kagan poised her presumptive inquiries,”  I parried. 

“Look,” John leaning toward me in his iconic manner when pressing a point, “the whole future of our iconic nation depends on how these two iconic presidential candidates argue their iconic positions.  Furthermore, “he emoted, “the economy coupled with the iconic health care act decision is an iconic perfect storm for this iconic election.”

“John, your presumptive argument is based on…uh a…presumption,” I grasped for just the right word.  “That Americans presumptively worry about the economy and are presumptively angry about health care isn’t necessarily right”

“It’s iconic that you don’t agree with me,” John angered. 

“No, presumptively you misunderstand me,” I rejoindered.

“How could I misunderstand your usual iconic obstinacy,” he shouted.  “It’s so predictably…uh…presumptive.”

“That’s certainly the iconic pot calling the iconic platter black,” I sputtered.

Here’s your iconic check, boys,” approached Beverly with her iconic smile. 

We glared at each other with our iconic scowls, began to smile slowly, then John stood up to leave.  “Well, another great iconic chat as always, Steve.  You’ll get the check, my friend, …this time?”  He hinted sarcastically.

“Presumptively,” I lamented.

Steve Coon

April 30, 2012