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Issue 8A Journal of Letters and Life

The Mayor of Windows: A Fable for the New Millennium
by Dr. Menlo
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Now listen round my fallow friends cuz I'm about to give it good:

      There once was the Mayor of Windows. Well, he wasn't always known as the Mayor of Windows, as we soon shall see . . . now, this mayor was in charge of a beautiful city that was so pretty it was nicknamed after a green diamond. The story goes like this: near the end of a patricular section of their time measurement system, the people of this city decided to invite a little organization known as the World Corporate Empire to come to town and kick off their heels whilst nixin' n' mixin'. "Oh, boy!" cried the WCE, "Let's go!"             "Hurray!" whooped the city, "We just hit the jackpot!" It was going to be a wonderful celebration . . . of shopping! All the stores cleaned and poilshed their windows and boy, did they twinkle in the moonlight!
     But some special interest wackos, namely the Clean Air and Water radicals, the Anti-Slavery zealots and the Human Rights extremists decided to crash the party, mainly because they were wicked. They were jealous of the powerful men and couldn't stand being so dirty and wearing hand me down clothing all the time and not being able to afford to eat meat--
     Here the robotic storyteller was interrupted by an attentive young listener, "But, Storyteller #133," the young girl cried. "If they didn't eat the carcasses of dead cows, then how could these wackos stand up?"
      The storyteller just smiled and wriggled her cute little nose.
      Good question, Alissa.--they couldn't! So they just lied around on the streets outside the buildings where the important men were having their meetings and moaned and ninnied and whined. This made it all the easier for the policemen who worked for the very important men to beat these lazy welfare-wanters up. At first they just gave them a little tear gas just sort of to test their new equipment. And then they had to wait. You see, back then, these people who would rather just lie around on the streets in the daytime and stop important traffic were actually allowed to do this!
     The children gasped. Well, unfortunately--but in the end luckily--a few of them decided to break some windows. The children gasped again--some went noticeably pale.
      This turned out to be quite beneficial, children, the Storyteller explained, because this gave the police an excuse to beat up these nasty people and take away all their rights! And the rights of everyone else in the city as well!
     Yes, the wonderful new sparkling world of windows that our wonderful powerful men created took quite a loss that day, but their names will be remembered forever--for they died so that an exciting new precedent could be set.
     You see, it must be historically noted that back then the windows did not have as much rights as the people! The people's health actually had precedence of the windows . . . this is partly why they call it the Dark Ages, children! But just you wait, because the Revenge of the Windows is on it's way, but first I have a very important announcement to share with you! . . .
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      Now back to our story: so when the mayor of the beautiful city nicknamed after the green diamond heard about his beautiful new windows getting broken, he immediately stood up and cried with fist balled to the sky: "Let My windows go!" He then put down his glass of red wine and flew straight in from the South of France. The order was given and the policemen went to work: They used tear gas and pepper spray at point-blank range; they caused permanent cornea damage and broke jaws; they kicked men in groins and beat people with batons from behind; they handcuffed many and put them behind bars--and pepper-sprayed some of them (including women) in closed cells! They bludgeoned, cursed and rubbershot protestors, journalists, legal observers, first-aid workers and innocent bystanders--they even pepper-sprayed wicked women who sat in their cars videotaping the events through the windows of their vehicle!
     And the Mayor laid down the law forever after: You break windows, and we will take away your rights and beat you sore and jail you and take away all your civil rights and the civil rights of the entire city!
     The children uniformly whooped. Outside, the thick black smoke which choked every inch of the horizon curled harmlessly against the foot-thick glass, allowing the children free access to whoop.
     And a monument to the Windows was erected not soon after, to commemorate this very important event, where flowers are laid to this day.
     One boy asked: "Storyteller #13, what happened to the Mayor of Windows?"
     Well, I'm glad you asked that, Timmy! What happened was that this Mayor became so beloved to his country and his people that when he died the people had him stuffed and put on display down at Ye Curiousity Shoppe on the waterfront where he would take his rightful place next to 2 mummies and the mysterious exoskeleton of one unidentified sea monster. . . . And to this day, I am proud to say, dozens of people daily walk by and are often heard to say: "Did you see the Mayor in that window?"

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