"Well, yeah, he brought a stimulus, but it wasn't that much - -couldn't have been, y'know? After all, he was as white as I am." Barney fought back the sudden impulse to ask to see the new sheriff's stimulus, to see if it really would help Goldwater Junction.
"Hey, don't give me that! You of all people should know that the size of the stimulus might help, but the most important thing is how you use it. But I've got to admit, having the biggest stimulus in the world does give me greater opportunity to put it to good use. "LeVon couldn't help the crooked smile that crept its way onto his face.
"Um, yeah." Barney sat himself up straight and decided it was better if he stay seated for the time being.
At that moment was a rapid knock on the door. LeVon opened it and one of the city councilmen stood before there quaking with fear. "It's Mahn-go, sheriff! He's in the Golden Bear saloon! You gotta go stop Mahn-go!" And the councilman fled into the gathering dusk.
LeVon turned back to Barney. "Who's this 'Mahn-go'?"
Barney held his right hand straight out, fingers extended, as he examined his nails for a moment, and replied with a knowing smile. "It's not a 'who' so much as a 'what', like a force of Nature. He's not too bright, but he's mighty strong. No weapon's ever touched him, so you can't beat him that way. And you should know that the Golden Bear Saloon is like the cultural center of town - that's where you can find all the stage performers and...well, there's a lot of people like me who pass through there. The only reason the people of Goldwater Junction go there is that they're sort of lacking on the artistic side, can't come up with much on their own. So even though they hate us, they pay to see us on stage."
"Hm..." LeVon looked in the direction of the saloon.
The Golden Bear Saloon was indeed the social hub of the town, but tonight it was filled with moans and groans and pleas of mercy from terrified men. LeVon paused at the door and couldn't help but notice that while most saloon doors swung both ways, these doors were somehow modified to swing only in one direction. These people are strange indeed, he told himself — what was the big deal about a lousy saloon door?
Article comments
1 - Glenn Contrarian
Man, but the silence is deafening!
I guess this is what it feels like when the author stares at the copies of the book that he wrote, and sees that not one of them has sold....
2 - Dr Dreadful
I literally don't know what to say.
3 - Dan(Miller)
Doc,
Perhaps -- but you say it elegantly and with great clarity.
Dan(Miller)
4 - Glenn Contrarian
Hey - it's PARODY, people...pointing out a few odd similarities between our political world of today and 'Blazing Saddles' of over a generation ago. I put 'satire' on the 'category' line, but the new site structure didn't allow for that to be made obvious.
YES, the next installment is ready...but I'll wait a week (though some might say to wait forever....)
5 - Glenn Contrarian
BUT if you're not fans of Mel Brooks, Monty Python, Rocky Horror and the like, you probably wouldn't understand. I guess I've committed the sin of marketing to too small of a niche to make much of an impression....
6 - Dan(Miller)
Glen,
If you want more comments, just start a pirate joke or horse shoe joke thread. That seems to work.
Dan(Miller)