This is a tale of the Big Bull Candy Mountains in Slimeshell County Montana. In those mountains lies a small town called "Guano-up". In the County building are three stooges, who carry out their daily duties of buffoonery; with expertise. They are swooned by large moonshine manufacturers who want to build pipes to convey their elixir to residences in a newly formed "Middle Slimeshell County Booze District"-keeping them in a hazy stupor of stupidity and naivety as the costs and use of the elixir threatens to swallow them up. Large pipe manufacturers and project managers sleep together, often giving undisclosed favors to one another: all the while their prostitution is protected by the government because of the large amount of money involved with and generated by their projects. Offices are rank with the smell of feculence as grant writers coach local government in how to obtain taxpayer money to fund their booze pipes-leaving the stupefied residents in a pit of debt. Project administrators slink in and around town, visiting popular bars, selling their snake oil; deceiving gullible inebriates into believing that if they create a district they can demand a significant salary as board members. The stooges in the County building sit back as the chairs they occupy start to sink with the weight of the cement in their heads- their moral compasses bankrupt. Screenplay material? I can even recommend people for the starring roles.
Charles Wentworth
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