Dr. Zodiac was in a joyous mood not only because the “cure liquid” for cancer was causing Earthlings to warm up to Zortixia. Many Earthlings said their countries owed a debt to Zortixia for providing a cure for cancer. Also he was delighted that Zenon Girov the Zodiac serial killer had been cured of his murderous ways. No more murders. After working for several months at a mutant street centre in Ville St. Laurent in Montreal headquartered at the derelict Motel Pierre on Laurentian Boulevard, he enrolled at the Faculty of Law at the Université de Montreal. He was at the top of his class and along with some of his fellow students had formed “Legal Rights for Mental Patients” (LRMP). Bertie Foonbean had shown that the abolishment of these odious institutions was, for the moment, impossible. But one could at least take the step to safeguard the rights of patients in these institutions. Zenon was repaying humanity, in some small measure, for the suffering he had caused with his Zodiac killings in San Francisco.
The United Mutations were finally lighting up the scoreboard after years of being shutout. Their credibility was lifted by the many positive remarks Dr. Zodiac had made about them. There was talk of mutants forming political parties throughout the world.
Squid was immersed in the task of explaining to suspicious and paranoid Earthlings that there was a Zortixia. The first shipment of Zortixian “information pamphlets” was now being distributed throughout the world. The response was somewhat lukewarm as the pamphlets became best sellers in the science fiction category. Reviewers praised the imagination and creativity of whomever wrote these booklets. Well at least some recognition was preferable to total ignorance. One would have to persist. Look how long it took the United States to recognize the Peoples Undemocratic Republic of China! Was this reluctance justified with the fact that Zortixians had offered the world a cure for cancer?
Meanwhile the mayor of Montreal Jean Droolpoop, under intense scrutiny for his reckless spending for the 1976 Summer Olympics, was now hosting some international floral show at the cost of unrecoupable millions. The sweet smell of flowers could not disguise the stench of untreated Montreal sewage flowing into the St. Lawrence River. Montreal was dying a slow death along with its ignored infrastructure. He was beginning to sound and look crazed as he now was trying to bring a Grand Prix Racing Event to Montreal. Oh, what godly accomplishments he boasted with such moral bankruptcy. Would he never learn economic prostitution eventually catches up with its perpetuators and benefactors?
Droolpoop was fortunate to have escaped serious questioning at the provincial Woof Woof Commission hearing into Olympic spending. It earned that nickname as there was much barking but little or no biting. It was not really that difficult for Droolpoop as the provincial government of Quebec had given him a script to follow and he just had to act with an angelic smile and follow the script. The Quebec provincial government wanted to cover up the overspending as they had failed to exercise any oversight of Droolpoop. Yes they had been negligent! Just about anyone with a head screwed on tight concluded that Droolpoop was an economic criminal but the powers that be really did not want to do anything about it. “politiques normale”.
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