The Tree Dirtakers
An unending farce
by MervynD'thruLobo
Copy right and copy left.
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Twice upon a time, in far away Magoa, profit Mugabe awoke and gifted the
planet three benevolent dictators.
Dirtator won, was the invisible woman, but much loved by the people. She lived
on the west coast and was liked because she never said or did anything.
Dirtaker too, found himself knot bee loved, and crowned himself the defender
of all faux friends. He had a mistress who sent him a dozen love letters every
day.
Disaster tree, was a socialist capitalist and did not have the gifts of
tongues. He was also known as the singing dirtator as every song ever sung was
a Konkani song. 1961 was his magic number. Silence was his paranoia. Every time
it was deemed silent, 1961 was brought up again.
Every evening, the three dirtakers met to decide on rules to make.
Every night they would meet again and decide which rules to break.
On odd days, even rules were decided for all the subjects.
On other days, all rules were applied oddly.
On the first day of the new leaf, the dictators would shake off the dust and
find a law to be applied. Cupid was called in to apply the
law on a little heart. Happily, the little hearts were never heard of again.
Once a little heart was removed, the law was removed too, until it was used
again.
Every 40th day of the new leaf, jolly toddy-day was celebrated. The
dictators saw so to agree on a new secret law. A see saw law never to be
made known, always to change and to be applied evenly and oddly.
Some of the secret laws were thus:
Post were to be delayed and not moved.
Moving posts were to be silenced.
Abusive posts were to be welcomed.
Most welcomed, above all, where post masquerading as satire.
"We will encourage members to contribute, when we allow them to get
attacked," said dirtakers won, too and tree.
Profit Mugabe was pleased.
But not pleased enough.
So Mugabe called the unloved dictators to a grand stance.
"Listen here, little dirtakers" said Mugabe, "Things are bad and getting
worse, which is good."
"To be remembered, one has to start of as beloved and end as terrible."
"Always remember" said Mugabe, "that everyone on planet Magoa knows it cannot
run without you."
So said the Profit.
The invited dictators were please.
"Profit Mugabe" they shouted. "Unlike you, we were never elected. We never will
be. We are terrible and also the defenders of all things terrible. We promise
you we will never leave until we die or are disgraced.
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PS. It is not difficult for anyone to write bad farce (or satire for that
mater). However, sometimes farce has to be extremely bad for the message to get
across........
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