In the 1980’s unemployment reached an all time low, with the gap between the rich and poor rapidly growing into a vast, seemingly incurable abyss. It appeared almost as though someone was allowing the rich to gain filthy amounts of money through screwing over the poor. Oh wait, that is exactly what was happening.
Mayor George Godley, lovable leader and representative of the people, resided in power. His reelection resulted in a landslide vote in his favor. Everyone thought he was the most caring, forgiving and selfless person to grace our dear planet. However, I know the truth. I know that he was nothing but a narcissist that only helped those who worshiped him and could in turn help him. I am speaking of course of the wealthy. He viewed the poor as scum who would amount to nothing, so he thought it justified when he bent the laws to help the rich get away with fraud, extortion, monopolies, wrongful lawsuits, and whatever else they could do to scam the hard workers, who are barely making ends meet, out of their hard-earned paychecks.
You may ask how I, lowly Stan Beelze, know all this about our dear Mayor, and that's because I was once his top adviser. He trained and groomed me into the second in command I became. You could even say he created me.
However, as time went on I could no longer deny the little humanity I …show more content…
The Mayor got a percentage of the money from all the illegal enterprises he allowed, and he kept records of his monetary intake. I knew if I could get these records, I could win a court case against him. Taking him down using the law seemed a tad anti-climactic, and I wished I could enact some other form of punishment upon him; unfortunately, I am only human, and not the Devil that the public viewed me