Posted March 3, 2016
Once upon a time, there was a personable young man who wanted to serve the people of his beloved kingdom of Sustainis Land. He was elected to the Council of Peasants and brought his skill sets to the public trough, controlled by the Queen of the Left and her supporters, thus it was being drained fast.
That’s because the wicked Queen of the Left and her court had eaten all the food in the trough and poisoned the well of public goodwill.
Our hero, decided to run for the office of Lord Mayor of the Peasants, occupied by the powerful Queen of the Left.
Well, a funny thing happened on the way to the election. The queen’s court had made a huge mistake in judgment by losing a lawsuit brought on by the builders of the new castle that was to house the queen’s court and courtiers. The hapless buidlers were fired before the contruction was finished.
About the only thing this castle was missing was a moat to keep the peasants out. It was the place where the queen’s court, located in the bucolic village market centre, carried on the peasant’s business in secret, far from the madding crowd.
Enter our ambitious councillor who promised to protect the poor villagers from the oppresive taxation by the Queen of the Left. He promised to reduce taxes and restore the rights of the people. When the election was held, our hero soundly defeated the Qieen of the Left. In his former role as a remittance man, our hero met many peasants who supported him because he was admired and assumed trustworthy.
But the new mayor was befuddled by what he inherited from his predeccesor. He inherited a tangled financial mess and an obstinate staff. But he made the decision to get along with his council regardless.
Our hero quickly learned that his council was still controlled by the supporters of the Queen of the Left. Being a reasonable man, he sought to work with all members of council.
Then the thunderbolt happened! On March 15, just three and one half months on the job, our hero discovered that the majority of council voted to raise the taxes on the peasant’s properties by 3.92 per cent. This made our hero unhappy because he had promised the voters who elelcted him that he would limit tax increases to match the official Peasant’s Cost Index (PCI) of just two per cent.
Quel dilemma! It got worse as events unfurled instead of solving the problems of the peasants.
Next to seeing the 2015 budget break our hero’s promise for lower taxes, came the preparation and agreement for the 2016 budget. Again, it contained a greater tax increase than was promised by our hero. In fact, totalling the two budgets approved by our hero’s first year in office, the peasant’s property taxes were increased by 6.91 per cent.
Next came the revolt of five members of the Queen of the Left to walk away from a regular meeting of council, chaired by our hero. There was no admonishment, no action taken to censure those five councillors who walked out. The peasants were mystified why it happened and still are to this day.
The peasants of the village, particularly the vast numbers who supported our hero’s election wondered what happened to their champion. They still wonder and without explanation from their hero are losing patience and confidence.
The sounds of cluck-cluck were heard throughout the village and there were even T-shirts with Chickenman printed on the front sprouting up among the populace.
The peasants were coming to the realization that their hero, elected to change and reform the city, was essentially looking after his self-serving interests and his desire to go beyond Sustainis Land to become a senior government representative.
And folks, that’s when our hero became known as Chickenman amonf the Sustainis Land peasants; who failed to respect the people who elected him but chose to use his skills to divert attention to confront those members on council and stop the bleeding of the public purse.
It is now abundantly clear, our hero will always be labelled as Chickenman because he headed for the hen house when the roosters took over his council.
It’s a bird! It’s a plane! No, it’s Chickenman.