Saturday, September 5, 2009

A Modern Fairy Tale



Once upon a time there was a kingdom ruled by a very wicked King. King Obambi (any similarity between real life and this fairy tale is purely coincidental. Or, maybe not) believed that the king should be in charge of everything. But some of his subjects disagreed. Well, actually most of his subjects disagreed.

King Obambi consulted his Royal Vizier, Ramdam A’Dingdong, and the Vizier suggested that because the adults were already infected with the idea that they actually had Freedom, maybe King Obambi should start working with the children, who didn’t know they had this thing called freedom, and maybe the children would start believing whatever King Obambi said, and when they were adults they wouldn’t miss that pesky Freedom thing.

King Obambi thought that was a fine idea. So did the leader of the House of Minions, Princess Pelosomuch, and the leader of the Chamber of Grovelers, Duke Readsalittle. The only one in the Kings inner circle who disagreed was the Court Jester, Bidenhistime, but he never really understood anything anyway.

So King Obambi put his plan into action. Fist he sent all of the teachers in the Kingdom who belonged to a special group of supporters called the NEA (which stands for Never Endorse A republican) a book to help them guide the children though the King’s speech, and having the children describe ways they could help King Obambi convince their parents that King Obambi was not an evil ruler, but a nice man who wanted to help everybody get over their infatuation with that evil Freedom thing.

But the subjects revolted. Despite Vizier Ramdam’s best efforts, word leaked out about the King’s book. And the plans were changed. But the people were still angry about the King’s speech, so he promised to tell the parents what he was going to say before he said it. Which as long as King Obambi relied on his chief advisor, the Royal Prompter, was fine. But when the King stopped relying on the Royal Prompter, not even the King knew what was going to come out of his mouth.

I’d love to say this fairy tale ends with ‘and they all lived happily ever after’. But I can’t. We have to wait 1233 more days for that.

And counting!

The End.

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