Quel

Driving to a conference, I took a detour and wound up in the World
of Meanies.

The "Meanies," sometimes referred to as "In-be-tweenies." It is there
that Quel,
from ancient times, the evil trinity, consisting of The Leader and his
two Siamese Twins, sits on a throne in a high and low place and gnaws
on the bones of children right in front of our face.

Quel, like a pile of sand, who, a respecter of persons and not a
respecter of man, once having descended, no man, thereafter, could lift
again.

Seeing a hotel, I walked in. It was a House of Mirrors.

In the World of the Meanies, all the Meanies went trampling, in their
beautiful refinery, up and down on all the greenery. The population all
used "time-share" housing. Time was a fascinating word for the Meanies.
Their poisons were called "time-release" remedies. At the back of the
town was a gigantic Screen, on which projections of shadows were cast
at significant times. What about the town's dimensions? At first I
thought the Meanie World was a town but it really spread out all the
world round.

What about their ambitions? The Meanies were into Demolition. They
operated like a computer virus. They could penetrate most social
groups. And any social group they penetrated, they attacked. And no
other social group could penetrate them back. They achieved tremendous
effect, on a shoestring budget. Their only three weapons were a
caligrapher, a mental interrogator and an airplane with mysterious
green light, capable (if not reflected) of either healing you or
killing you at night. Also capable (if you had no sperm) of either
fattening you or flattening you. The Meanies owned the Time-Weenie
Newsies. The Meanies were imagined to be very big but really they were
teeny.

In the World of the Meanies, perfect crimes were conceived and brought
into the world like swaddling babies. The perfect crime is when one is
able to make a gross moral wrong look right. Here is one tale of a
"perfect crime" and it goes like this:
...it's called the crime of The Weeping Whore and Her Missing
Baby...One day an unmarried couple and their little boy drove into
Meanie Town and bought a beautiful house. But Quel learned of this and
decided that their house was the place for him. Those, who work for a
house, live, all their lives, like slaves. Those without rights, who
gain the house through murder, will have nothing to pay. But those who
should, by blood, inherit it, get in the way. He sent for his
Caligrapher. "Write me a Tax Bill of $2,000,000 to be sent to the woman
and sign it, The Tax Collector. When the woman received the bill, she
began to weep. Send for the Mental Interrogator to learn what she is
thinking. Tell the Tax Solutions Agency, where at least half of the
employees are my very own Meanies, that she is coming and tell Genial
Meanie to give her a clean bill. Everything went accordingly and
according to the Mental Interrogator, the woman usually shopped at the
Little Store of Pickovers on Buyer Street in preference to the Little
Shop of Leftovers on Beggar Street. Since her being unrich but not of
poor taste meant what she could do, also meanies could do, they could
always put themselves in between her and anything she wished (or used)
to do. Tell the Meanies to do their shopping there from now on and to
keep an eye on her. Any product she chooses remove from the store's
inventory and add to our own inventory. Tell Genial Meanie to meet her
there. A Meanie can size up any woman's situation (what she needs or
lacks) and fill the gap in her life. In the pause of manners in verbal
exchange or in the space between nations or between man and man, the
meanies can insert themselves in the gap. In schools of salesmanship,
they train their newcomers not to waste any bit of the tongue's agility
and how to glide their tongues along the roofs of their mouths in such
a way as to leave untouched not any point of surface, the secret of
serpents. Soon Genial Meanie became the woman's new lover. But Genial
Meanie had a twin, named Menial Meanie, who had been to the barber and
had a haircut, who stood in for his brother from then on.

Quel told all the Meanies to spread the news around that the woman is
cheating on her boyfriend. Since slaughter is our only means to attain
the highest place, all men around us, we must regard as lower than the
human race. Turn on the projector, Quel ordered. On the Screen in back
of the town appeared a huge shadow of the The Leader. And the town
shook with fear. So the couple broke up and the woman ran away with her
boy and Menial Meanie, who secretly planned to kill the baby. One day
while the woman was washing her hair, she discovered afterwards, that
her baby was missing. "Where is my boy?" "I gave him to Fred Meanie,
who drove by. He said he would take him to a shower, excuse me, a
birthday party around the corner." "You better pick him up now," said
the woman. Menial took the car but came back empty-handed. "I searched
everywhere but can't find the house."

Now here is what happened. When Menial drove around to look for the
boy, he knew he would find him on the sidewalk and he drove away with
him to kill him. [And he did not have to worry about witnesses, for all
the houses in the neighborhood were on time-share basis and were
occupied , for that week, by Meanies. (Or maybe the houses were
suddenly unoccupied for that week.)] But when he came back to his
girlfriend, he lied and said that he hadn't found him.

In solving their crimes, remember this rule, in the space between you
and the victim a meanie came through.

And Rule of Thumb: don't ever pass on an anthrax letter from a meanie
to someone else (for example,"eerst 119 dan 0031 of 31").

It soon became clear to all around that, the woman, having not cared
enough for her son, had lost him and that, without the boy, there was
no reason for her to inherit the house. (But the mother knew that (just
the other way around), if not for a house, maybe her son would not have
had to have been killed. But who can raise a son without one?) It was
as if, after every evil act they did, the Meanies could say, "There is
enough left-over of this meal of flesh to make a small topping of
ethical one-up-man-ship souffl?."

After the scandal died down a little, Quel sent out his airplane over
the home, where the father lived still. The little green light was put
to "Kill." After two weeks, the father got ill and soon died. But...(in
the gap) just before he did, the caligrapher was commanded to write a
letter, stamped with an official seal, to the father's Bank, asking
that the father's funds be seized immediately on account of an
outstanding tax bill he owed for $2,000,000 and to sign it, The
Creditor. And then Quel sent for the caligrapher (also known as the
forger) to write up a command to Search the Premises. Sign it, Your
Leader (although that was highly superfluous, as every door in the land
could be unlocked by one of only five different keys. And this house,
in particular, since time immemorial had always been his). [Upon the
decease of the owners, in theory, it would be best, if their house were
acquired by a just government, who were required to pay nearest kin
--after DNA testing--money (upon their request). The government should
then be required to resell the house or to have it refinanced for a
citizen (in need of a house) chosen purely based upon the law of
chance. The only exception being, for a man who has purchased a house
outright in advance or a man who has built a house with his very own
hands. In this case he has the option to sell the house to the
government, who will resell the house to a buyer with first priority
being given to the builder or owner or his nearest kin and second
priority being given to a buyer chosen purely based upon the law of
chance.]And any bank accounts and non-real-estate possessions of the
deceased should be converted, as far as possible, into money or cash
and distributed equally to the nearest kin--upon DNA testing and upon
their request--, but in the case that this is not a possibility, then
be paid, instead, to an ordinary cityzen chosen, purely based upon the
law of chance, but in such a way that any race having a greater number
of themselves among the citizenry would not have an increased chance to
be selected. [A single candidate from each participating race should
first be selected by pure chance and then from among those three
(racially diverse) candidates, a final selection should be made, based
purely upon the law of chance. A person claiming to be of mixed race
should be classified (particularly in this selection procedure) with
the race of highest standing (or number) that has contributed to his
genetic pool.]

Either this or some equivalent procedure should be erected, for any
"loophole" or "gap" in the laws of the democratic system will become an
entrance point for a meanie into the society.