Yes, I’ve finally been sucked into this Nation States thing, too. My country, The Kingdom of Goofbeckistan, “is a tiny, safe nation, notable for its compulsory military service. Its hard-nosed, hard-working, intelligent population of 6 million have some civil rights, but not too many, enjoy the freedom to spend their money however they like, to a point, and take part in free and open elections, although not too often.
The enormous government concentrates mainly on Social Welfare, although Healthcare and Education are secondary priorities. The average income tax rate is 29%. A substantial private sector is led by the Door-to-door Insurance Sales industry, followed by Pizza Delivery and Retail.
Crime — especially youth-related — is relatively low. Goofbeckistan’s national animal is the wombat and its currency is the floogle.”
We’re just getting started. My first act was to join The Islets of Langerhans – a fine collection of progressive nations. My second was to deal with child gambling by dismissing the issue completely.
Today’s issue: Reclaim the Streets!
Several major city streets were clogged with bicycles this morning, as the environmental group ‘Two Wheels Good, Four Wheels Bad’ staged a protest. Several hundred riders ambled through downtown streets, blissfully ignoring the torrent of abuse hurled at them by thousands of motorists running late for work.
My choices are: ban cars, crack down on bicycling protesters, give more money to the Automotive Manufacturers Association, or dismiss the issue.
I’ll be in my palace all day listening to the debate and pondering the right course of action. So, if my boss is listening, the reason my door’s shut is that I’m pondering. Not sleeping. Pondering.