“Mutantism on the March” :Chapter 55 “Bertie Foonbean and Squid Converse”

The ice began to melt after a couple of Moleson Export beers. They ate a sumptuous meal of lamb that the Greek Gods had provided and some wine sent from Bacchus. After their meal and the dishes had been cleaned they retired to the study for brandy and cigars.

Bertie initiated the conversation after lighting his Brazilian cigar, “Squid I must express my gratitude for you sheltering me and giving me such an honourable position. I can’t blame my parents and the other Greek Gods. They are perfection and an imperfection such as myself can not be expected to fit in their framework and……..”

Squid interjected, “Damn it Bertie. You have to stop thinking of yourself as an imperfection. You are a mutant and should be proud of that. Mutantism gives special attributes to mutants. Simply because they are gods does not excuse their errant thinking. You have immortality and other godlike characteristics that will certainly compensate for any deficiencies your mutantism may throw across your path. There are millions in worse shape than you and we have to work like Canadian beavers to right that. Just because you are different you should not be subject to harassment and discrimination. Please excuse the interruption Bertie. Continue.”

“Thank you. As I was saying I can’t condone their action but I understand it and I bear them no ill will. You and I just must accept it as we have more important things to do than fret about the past. You know they are an old-fashioned group of gods, an enigma in today’s world as they told me Uncle Willie Montenez used to say. I wonder if time has passed them by. If I had remained in the Zlano dimension with the Greek Gods I’d be hidden in the closet if you know what I mean. At least here on Earth I shall be up front and visible to all. If I can help less fortunate mutants so much the better. Sure, I can fly but what about those stuck in wheelchairs with reduced mobility or the marginals of Nicaragua? I hold my head proudly and endeavour to work so that all mutants can do the same and live without fear of eradication or discrimination. I offer you all my skills, energy and loyalty for the struggle ahead of us.”

“Thank you Bertie for your encouraging words. Let us hope we can instill comfort and hope amongst mutants. I have a dream. It will be a long and vicious battle but at this point the only way to go is forward. You must be exhausted so let us have another brandy and retire for the night.”

The Montreal establishment was deploring Squid and the mischief he was stirring up especially with inmates in psychiatric institutions and handicapped community homes. Sure….the local Chamber of Capitalists and the Cheetah Club had token mutants in their membership but they were nothing but shining examples of tokenism. Were these businessmen really helping the disadvantaged and handicapped? They in fact were stifling those whom they claimed to have an objective of advancing in society. There was no way they would permit a mutant to any degree of real power within their organizations.

Mutants no doubt had been inspired by Squid and were agitating for more power within organizations they were members of. The power structure was not going to permit this small advance of mutantism even in the charities chaired by the old boy’s club. The nerve of these mutants they thought. How ungrateful of our generosity of letting a few in our organization these old boys said amongst each other. These weakling mutants were now forcefully speaking out on some of the crucial issues that affected them. By gosh they were talking about their “exploitation”! Had they turned to communism? What did they want? A revolution? They were probing areas that best not be disturbed. The public was in state of near panic. What was wrong with basket weaving? Squid was public enemy number one amongst the “normals”.

Published by Robert K Stephen (CSW)

Robert K Stephen writes about food and drink, travel, and lifestyle issues. He is one of the few non-national writers to be certified as a wine specialist by the Society of Wine Educators, in Washington, DC. Robert was the first associate member of the Wine Writers’ Circle of Canada. He also holds a Mindfulness Certification from the University of Leiden and the University of Toronto. Be it Spanish cured meat, dried fruit, BBQ, or recycled bamboo place mats, Robert endeavours to escape the mundane, which is why he has established this publication. His motto is, "Have Story, Will Write."

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