I drove through Silverburg the other day, you know, the only town in Texas to go bankrupt several times that I cover on occasion.
In any case, I ran into Burl Scroop, the mayor of that fine town every other term. I had read where the fine citizens of Silverburg had voted to cut their taxes, which I knew would hit Burl and his wife Myrtle right where it hurts... in the pocketbook of the public money they get to spend to continue their political dynasty. Being a bit of a Libertarian, I was gloating a bit about the vote, and was surprised to see Burl in good spirits.
"Hell, boy!" he told me, "You think we some kinda rank amatoors here? My daddy showed my how to deal with these Tea Party Peckerwood types when they start whining about us spendin' money as I sat on his knee in diapers. We gonna get it all back an' more real soon, just you see".
"How, Burl? That referendum passed by an 80% margin!" I exclaimed.
Burl shook his head, smiling like the sly ol' fox he was, albeit a 350 lb, sweaty balding pasty old fox.
"I tol' em fine, jes fine. We do the people's biddin' here, me and Myrtle. So we fired Goober Jones, the policeman, Platterpus Mayweather as fireman, and ol Miz Tendek the school teacher right away. That put the whiners on they heels".
"Burl, that seems plain wrong. The town runs the Burl and Myrtle Scroop Memorial Trip around the World to visit "towns like Silverburg to exchange best practices" every year with you and your family and best friends, and that runs more than the people you let go and seems wildly unnecessary, as well as you paying ol' man Finkle to wash yours and Myrtle's windows and polish the statue in town square by hand every day," I stated.
"Now you gettin' bwa!" he smiled.