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smoking imported cigarettes and cigars. “We need a
no smoking sign for public buildings.” I added.
    “You are the defacto Mayor of Disneyland,”
whispered Lopez. “The precedent you set tonight will help establish
the civil authority we are trying to build.”
    With the strike of a gavel on the table, I
called to order the first City Council meeting for the City of
Disneyland. “I see we have a good crowd. Before I refuse to take
your questions, let me make an opening statement. This is our first
open Council meeting. Let’s make it productive. Any new
business?”
    “Yes,” said one of the city council members.
“The garbage is not being picked up.”
    “That is because someone blew up our old dump
truck,” I explained.
    “Can’t the military provide us with another
few trucks?” asked the City Council member. “My neighbors are
dumping their trash in my front yard.”
    “No,” I said. “Local taxes will have to be
used to replace the truck. We will work within the city budget
because the Legion is not paying for a new dump truck.”
    “How come our phones don’t work anymore?”
asked a member of the audience. “Nothing seems to work since the
Legion occupied our city.”
    “The phones don’t work because insurgents
blew up all the cell phone towers,” I said. “Think about that next
time you give aid to the terrorists.”
    “We are not helping the insurgency,” said an
irate spider. “We just want to get on with our lives and live in
peace. We want our city back to normal.”
    “Who keeps turning off the electricity?”
asked another spider.
    “I did that because I was pissed off about
the dump truck and the cell phone towers being blown up,” I
admitted. “Also, we used the cover of darkness to move troops.”
    That answer upset everyone. They soon shouted
more complaints, including neglected pot holes in the streets, rude
legionnaires, speeding military vehicles, soldiers shooting guns
inside the city limits, knocked down street signs, no fresh
groceries, bad tasting water, sewer smell, the curfew, the high
cost of tobacco, and sonic booms from the air force. “We don’t
believe FOX News is fair and balanced,” someone added.
    “City Hall will give all of your complaints
priority attention,” I said, “but everything takes time as we
marshal our resources. On the positive side, voter registration is
robust. General Kalipetsis is a little dismayed most of you are
registering as democrats, but no process is perfect.”
    “You are our mayor, but we did not elect
you,” complained another spider. “You impose taxation with out
representation.”
    “If you think taxation without representation
is bad, you should see taxation with representation,” I
replied.
    A spider waved his claw at me and asked,
“What are you doing about the packs of javelina running wild in our
streets at night? They are a menace.”
    “What?” I asked. “Who said that? Step
forward.”
    “There are packs of javelina roaming the
streets killing citizens,” said the young spider. “The javelina
were turned loose on us by the military. Something needs to be
done.” The javelina are even loose in the tunnels, thought
the young spider. I could hear his thoughts with my special
sunglasses.
    “The military denies deliberately releasing
javelina anywhere in Disneyland,” I said. “Have you personally seen
javelina?”
    “No one sees javelina until it’s too late,”
said the young spider. They have killed four freedom fighters in
the tunnels, he thought to himself. You human pestilence are
responsible. “What are you going to do about the javelina?”
    “Arrest him,” I ordered. Legionnaires and
spider police grabbed the young spider and carted him away, kicking
and screaming. “Any more stupid questions? Good. Meeting
adjourned.” I pounded the table with my gavel.
    “I do not think that went well,” commented
Lieutenant Lopez. “I am feeling no love here.”
    “That spider was an