The Vietnam War ended some 5 years ago but that did not prevent political disturbances from rocking the campus grounds of Montreal’s McGill University. The United Mutations were mobilizing support for mutants of the world. The Marxist Leninists the exploitation of students and workers, Hillel fighting against Palestinian terrorism, the Palestinians griping about the occupation of their land by the Israelis, the faculty demanding increased wages and so forth.
Marxism was a convenient if not a simplistic description of class power but in practice its implementation had been a flop with the top party bosses replacing the old bourgeoisie. This was a fact ignored by the Marxist Leninists at McGill University half of whom I expected were stoolies for the Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP) These spiffy red uniforms and neat hats were loved by elderly grandmothers and naïve school children the same clan that supported the English monarchy. The RCMP could be seen snapping photographs of demonstrators at McGill. Canada’s KGB! The RCMP knew my volunteerism with the United Mutations but figured I was a just a rich boy with a guilty conscience. One day while downing a cappuccino at my favourite joint just below the Four Seasons a rather hefty bald man in a Gestapo vintage leather coat sidled up to me and right off the bat offered me a well-paid position as a stoolie for the RCMP. A bonus was paid for each communist ratted on which was tripled with corresponding treason convictions. Love that free enterprise encouraging productivity. My cooperation would ensure that there would be “no problems” with my student visa. It was explained to me by this fine RCMP representative, Pompy Blackhead, since I was so wealthy I would be more than eager to turn in “revolutionaries who will slit your throat when they seize power”. Not being affiliated with any of these groups made me virginal target for recruitment. Thinking quickly, I volunteered I supported the Untouchable Freedom Movement in India and gave Mr. Blackhead all assurances this group operated within a democratic framework. The coup de grace was informing Blackhead many in India considered the UFM to be a communist organization. He took the bait of doubt and scuttled away.
OK so I have made Wuhan Wet Market Publishing very pleased with espionage and pushing my boundaries they are pressing me to describe salacious matters next either sex or murder or even better if it was both. If I had known this I should have accepted that offer with The National Enquirer!
Hopefully dear reader you will not think me stoolie.
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