“Mutantism on the March” : Chapter 95 More Fallout from The Slaughter on Parc

Droolpoop, the mayor of Montreal was ulcerating away. Thank goodness this little mess on Avenue du Parc happened after the closing of Expo 67. If only the citizens of Montreal would simply forget about politics and give him their support for his bread and circus projects. Was it really necessary to construct a sewage plant to prevent raw sewage from the city to spew into the St Lawrence River? How boring! Now if he could only divert the Lachine Rapids and create an aquarium in its place! Such projects would have to wait until after the upcoming municipal elections. That little tainted horsemeat issue he was allegedly involved with would hopefully blow over. Numerous opposition parties were sprouting up with a common theme of his corruption and lavish spending..symbiotic issues. In his mind all of them were filthy Marxists. These opposition parties wanted mundane demands such a sewage plants, stricter zoning laws that were routinely bypassed by municipal authorities, free vitamins, free birth control and financial accountability over municipal spending. What did these fools know about politics and creating a supremely glorious international Montreal? His “friends” many of which were waiting in Palermo until the tainted horsemeat issue was silenced by Droolpoop were becoming anxious about the electoral chances of Droolpoop and their fair share of municipal contracts. Adding insult to injury was that the man who had wiped out his restaurant, Eno Ergot, was a big financial supporter of these opposition parties. Ergot’s waiters had formed a rock band “The Crewcumbers” who gave benefit concerts for the opposition parties. They had just recorded a record at the Edgewater Tavern in Vieux Point Claire and all proceeds were directed to these opposition parties. Matters were not looking bright.

Montenez was very upset with the Parc Avenue Slaughter. Although an alien he had lived amongst the Greek Gods for centuries and of course had a strong feeling for their culture. Although a Zortixian by birth his heart was Greek. And to see them victimized here in Montreal brought back memories of the Turkish massacre of Greeks in Smyrna. In his writings and public appearances he had warned of the age old tactics of using immigrants and” foreigners” as scapegoats. Zeus was notified of the attacks on Greeks and hastened from the dimension of Zlano to Montreal. Montenez and Zeus agreed it would be wiser for Zeus and his small band of Greek Gods to remain in the background for their overt assistance could bring claims of foreign hostility in Quebec affairs, something the MSQ direly required to boost its cause. Hercules was at the ready should physical violence be required.

Zeus decided to leave with more pressing Turkish aggression developing against the Greeks in Cyprus. Before leaving he said to Montenez, “I’ve told you many times my son many times before that this Earthling world tires me and that is why we departed and left for the Zlano dimension. Humankind never matured in a logical manner yet I haven’t forgotten it and when I see Greeks being shoved around I get angry and an angry Zeus is a formidable force. Let no one make the Greeks a sacrificial lamb unless they wish the wrath of the Greek Gods!”

Yet another surprise greeted Montenez as his friend Frizzy the Smicket Boy from the Zortixian Defence Academy arrived. What a joyous moment to see such good friends embracing each other.

Blushing Frizzy told Montenez why he had made this visit. “Well everything was going my way in Zortixia as I had been promoted to the position of the Minister of the Interior and there was even speculation I would be the successor to the leader of Zortixia, premayor Algno. Even the party was supporting me but there was this political reception a few days ago and I had a few too many drinks. Algno’s wife, such a beautiful creature, gave me the eye and she became a bit friendly, perhaps a bit too friendly. We slipped out to my house and made wonderful snookie. You know she is a frisky thing perhaps too much so for the ageing Algno. Well she passed out for a few seconds and when coming to she regretted her indiscretion and threatened to tell Algno how I raped her. She ordered me to leave Zortixia or she’d spill the beans until she recovered her “dignity and composure”. Valuing my political career I made a little tale that I had the chance to capture Jiber in Montreal and the government went for the bait so here I am. And perhaps fortuitously considering what I know of the turmoil here in Montreal which I think Jiber must be behind. That is what my intelligence squad has told me. I know Squid is involved in this struggle. Just tell me how I can help.

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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