1. It’s over.
2. When will the next election hoopla begin?
3. Will our country be saved?
4. Will our country be ruined?
5. Will our country continue to plod along with some brilliant moves interspersed with awful decisions?
6. Will all wars ever end?
7. Why can’t we people get along?
8. Let’s be grateful for what we have.
9. Let’s vow not to attack the opposite viewpoint.
10. Let’s vow to get more sleep on election night.
Once upon a time I had an enemy. It’s hard to believe when enemies appear in our lives, isn’t it? I mean, congenitally don’t-rock-the-boat smiling people shouldn’t have enemies, right?
However, in this fairy tale called life we sometimes meet an enemy, such as the evil witch in Hansel and Gretel, or the evil stepmother in Cinderella, or perhaps even Attila the Hun (although I know nothing about Attila the Hun, it just popped out of these typing fairy tale fingers.)
Back to the story, which is 100% true, except for minor fabrications, such as the name of our Villain.
In real life he has a nickname which is completely absurd, so I shall call him Goosey. (Ha ha, private joke, wish I could tell you his real name but I am congenitally nice and that would simply be mean because he’s no longer my enemy, but we are getting ahead of the story.)
Goosey hated me. I am a two-bit rural politician serving as township treasurer for this teeny-weeny township in the middle of the woods. I collect taxes. Try to make informed political decisions. Have never yet made a full-fledged enemy of an ordinary taxpayer because I don’t care if people pay their taxes or not. (You know why not? Because if they don’t pay, they have to deal with the county treasurer. It is her duty to deal with delinquent taxes. I will commiserate with anyone about our crazy society where we have to pay taxes, and our crazy economy where folks can’t afford ‘em, but that’s another story for another day when we’re not pondering enemies.)
Back to My Enemy. Goosey would come to the meetings just to find weak spots in our board policies and mannerisms. He was one of those citizens who keep politicians on the ball. You daren’t decide to let the sexton keep the township shovel in his truck because Goosey would write a Letter to the Editor. He’s that sort. We politicians need to be kept in line, you know.
Posted in September 2012
Tagged Attorney General, dreams, enemies, fairy tale, humor, life, politicians, politics, tax collector, taxes, thoughts