The mighty honchos in Kookytown are pretty darn great at playing god, especially when it comes to pondering the risks for their lovely flock of citizen-birds.
Now, anyone who’s had the privilege (or misfortune, pick your adjective) of dealing with the ruling dudes and dudettes in Kookytown would know that they aren’t your run of the mill Joe Blows. No way, José! They’re the cream of the crop, the cats meow, the bees knees. To put it simply, they swat risks like flies. The safety of their precious little citizen-birds? They’ve got it covered like ketchup on hotdogs.
It’s all well and good to cheerily chirp from the sidelines about civilian safety, waving around the sanctity of life like a plush toy at a toddlers party. It’s a whole other cup of tea to actually weigh these risks, like some kind of mad scientist toggling betwixt beakers and test tubes. But not in Kookytown, oh no. Here, the mighty honchos make it look as easy as pie.
Trade stability for a few extra potholes addressed in the city of Humdingerville? Why, they’d spot the pros, cons and even the glaring loopholes before you could say “Bob’s your uncle.” Dodge a suspiciously unstable policy or avoid stepping on political land mines without getting a smidge of dust on their two-piece suits? Consider it done. They have their ears to the ground and eyes on the prize.
In the grand game of Duck, Duck, Goose, the mighty honchos are the ringmasters. Their civilian-birds don’t run around like headless chickens but march along to the beat of a drum only they can hear. At their command, the citizen-birds go quack, quack, quack in harmony, singing praises of their fearless leaders and hoping for crumbs of benevolence.
Now, any regular Jane or Joe would be bowled over at this extraordinary feat of juggling civilian safety and politics with panache. But for the ruling dudes and dudettes of Kookytown, it’s just another sunny Tuesday. They don the hat of the hero or the cloak of the villain with equal finesse, oblivious to the muddy struggle that clogs the wheels of regular governance.
At the end of the day, the powerful puppeteers of Kookytown have us beak-held. We watch mesmerized as they whimsically weigh risks, paralyze or spur their citizens into action, and surprise us with their uncanny knack of getting the job done. The show, dear reader, is always spectacular. The ending? Well, let’s just say the mighty honchos make sure the fat lady never really sings.
