Number Six's Really Awful Bedtime Story

By Number Six

Monday, September 05, 2005 at 10:36 AM

Once upon a time, there was this really big nation...

And in this nation, the people thought their government had a clue as to what it was doing.

And they were so wrong.

See, the government lied to the public at every turn, controlling the media, making false promises, lies and more lies with each paper and each broadcast. Some, of course, listened to those contraband sources of genuine information, but didn't dare speak out, for fear, as too many of their friends and co-workers bought the government's fairy tale message to the nines.

Yet, jobs were hard to come by. Many went to bed very hungry. Many complained that it could be much, much better, but how can that be? Isn't it as good as it's going to get?

And then, without much warning, the government decided to attack a small country, for reasons that didn't seem to make a whole lot of sense, but with typical sword-brandishing macho, it was sold to the public as a "really great idea".

And it wasn't. Many soldiers died. Much was spent on this effort, and soon, it was becoming painfully clear that this little war was not winnable. Still, the evil and corrupt government leaders kept on insisting....it can be won.

And then one day, out of the blue, a really big disaster hit a town, and many people died. Many were ordered to leave. The disaster was so great that the government was stymied at how to fix it.

They couldn't. By bumbling around and acting like real twits, they just couldn't.

A failing infrastructure. Money gone to hell. Poor folks who couldn't afford food or medicine. No jobs. In time, the government of this nation itself collapsed inwards on itself.

The nation? The Union Of Soviet Socialist Republics.

The end....or an omen of what's to come...elsewhere, hmmmmmmmmmmmm?