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Once upon a time in a land not so far away, there lived a banjo puppet. He wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer but by golly, he was loveable and honest as the day is long. Or so he said. One day some evil men spotted the banjo puppet. They had an idea. If they convinced the banjo puppet that he was running things, they could make him do whatever they wanted, even stupid and repulsive things. You see, they knew that this guy wasn't the tightest string they could pick. So they "elected" to choose the banjo puppet as their "ruler." Naturally, this did create some real liabilities: first, the banjo puppet actually believed that he was in charge. His "advisors" told him what to do, and he executed his orders to the best of his flawed ability. Here is where they began to have some problems. The banjo puppet was poorly informed about most things involved with running this land that is not so far away. He absolutely could not speak on his feet. His ad libs tended to be hokey and devoid of content: AW SHUCKS, I'M JUST A COUNTRY BOY. WHERE"S MY FISHING BOAT?
The bad guys who were pulling on the banjo puppet's strings tried to prevent situations where their guy could open his mouth and say the wrong thing. He always had somebody with him just in case there was a need to actually provide an informed response. They were afraid that the banjo puppet would talk about his days as a flyboy, or his love for seed corn caps. They even hired a lawyer to protect the puppet from answering questions that might lead people to find out the truth about what was really going on. The second thing was that the bad guys were using their control of the banjo puppet to do bad things. A huge fiscal deficit threatened the land. The puppetmasters expected the people to naively subsidize their plans. Anybody who tried to expose the true situation was labelled a troublemaker. Dissent was declared illegal. Everyone was ordered to sign loyalty oaths. The bad guys starting selling off the dwindling natural resources for their own gain. Meanwhile the banjo puppet smiled. He said ISN"T THIS WONDERFUL? The banjo puppet just kept plucking away. He loved his sense of power even when the guys down in the bunker started yanking his strings. He was certain that he was really in charge. Sometimes he would wake up with the telephone in his hand. He could hear a voice on the other end of the line but he could not remember who he had called or what he had said. That was the real beauty of his banjo puppetry, no responsibility for his actions. He could always blame the puppetmasters, he hoped. (to be continued) **any resemblance to individuals either living or dead is purely coincidental! - goto
Posted by Vick Mickunas on 7/5/04; 11:11:28 AM
from the dept.
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