Jan 5, 2022
Mark the Magic Muppet was mayor of his town. He had his hand tight on the public's throat. He let go every so often to let them breathe. There were millions of people.
Mark had been a bricklayer when he was in his 20’s. All these airplanes that appeared in the sky when he was 29. They bombed the hell out of all the buildings that he and his buddies had built. The town went into a funk. People started getting sick. Even the river was all messed up. There was a maze of wreckage beneath the surface. A quiet anger was born. It grew slowly. No one noticed what was happening. It was slow and gradual, like the growth of a tree.
Mark began voicing what was on everyone’s mind. This brought a sense of unity to people. It was a long time since they’d felt inspired.
Mark got elected. Everyone cheered as he rode a parade into the city hall.
Mark began to forget that everyone was human like him. He went down a dark path for a while.