The Dromedary Syndicate
is a fictive but not fictitious collective of poets, artfucks, and cranks. We exist to inject chaos butterflies into the prevailing jetstream of copulating factoids. The Nikes and Archons of the Syndicate strive day and night to increase the viral memetic load in the precious bodily fluids of the World Wide Whee. The world is our petrie dish, and we add our mite to accelerate the processes of Lamarckian cultural evolution until the janissaries of corporate fascism cry UNCLE.
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Saturday, January 31, 2004

YOUR INTERNET AESOP: A MORAL FABLE BY WARREN BROWN

 

The richest man in the state had managed to put through a bill in the state legislature that eliminated all taxes.  In order to celebrate, he treated himself to a new Ferrari.

He was about to celebrate by taking a Sunday drive on a scenic highway when he was hit by a driver who ran a red light.


The driver turned out to be a teenager. 

"Where'd you lean to drive!" the rich man shouted at him.

"I was supposed to learn from a pamphlet," the young man said.  "My school used to have driver's education, but it was eliminated due to lack of funds.  And I couldn't read the pamphlet, because I'm dyslexic, and my special reading program was eliminated, and all but one of the license testers at the state license bureau were eliminated because of lack of funds." He grinned sheepishly, "I guess they're letting people pass the drivers test pretty easily now."

After grumpily exchanging insurance information with the young man, the richest man in the state determined that his Ferrari was still drivable.

Pulling onto the scenic highway, he prepared to make the best of his afternoon and enjoy his scenic drive.  A moment later, he spotted a gigantic chuck hole (highway funds had been cut too).  It was too late to avoid it. 

He awoke in the emergency room, where the last thing he remembered was hitting the hole.  He lay on the gurney, a terrible pain in his leg, which felt broken.  The room was crowded with people of all ages.  For a moment, he thought there must have been some disaster.

"What happened?" he asked an attendant through gritted teeth.  "Was there some kind of attack?"

"It's like this every night," the attendant said, "most of these folks come here because they have no health insurance, so they come to the emergency room for every day care."  The attendant rushed away.

The rich man cried out, "No education, lousy roads, no health care.  That's no way to run a country." 

"Welcome to the Democratic party," said the single mom on the gurney next to him.  "We're all in it together."  She patted his hand.

 


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