The Adventures of Jonathan Gullible - Bastiat Institute
The Adventures of Jonathan Gullible - Bastiat Institute
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Chapter 20 • Bored <strong>of</strong> Digestion<br />
<strong>The</strong> buildings are falling apart – fi lth and graffi ti are everywhere.<br />
Morale is low, the food is bland, and the Board <strong>of</strong> Digestion decides<br />
the menu.”<br />
“That’s the worst part,” exclaimed Grandpa. “<strong>The</strong>y try to please<br />
their friends and nobody’s ever satisfi ed. You should have seen the<br />
fi ght over noodles and rice. Noodles and rice, day in and day out for<br />
decades. <strong>The</strong>n the spud lobby organized their campaign for bread<br />
and potatoes. Remember that?” he said, nodding to his wife. “When<br />
potato lovers fi nally got their people on the Board that was the last<br />
we ever heard <strong>of</strong> noodles and rice.”<br />
Davy made a choking sound. Peeking out from behind his<br />
grandmother’s skirt, Davy’s nose crinkled in disgust. “I hate<br />
potatoes, Grandma.”<br />
“Better eat them, dear, or the Nutrient Offi cers will get you.”<br />
“Nutrient Offi cers?” asked <strong>Jonathan</strong>.<br />
“Shhh!” said Grandpa placing a fi nger to his lips. He looked<br />
over his shoulder and then down the street to see if anyone was<br />
watching. “Those who avoid politically approved foods usually<br />
fall into the hands <strong>of</strong> the Nutrient Offi cers. Kids call them ‘nutes’<br />
for short. Nutes closely monitor attendance at meals and they hunt<br />
for anyone who fails to show up. Nutrient delinquents are taken to<br />
special detention cafeterias for forced feeding.”<br />
Davy shuddered, “But couldn’t we just eat at home? Grandma’s<br />
cooking is the best!”<br />
“It’s not allowed, dear,” said Rose patting Davy on the head.<br />
“A few people have special permits, but Grandpa Milton and I<br />
don’t have the specifi ed training. And we can’t afford the elaborate<br />
kitchen facilities that would meet their requirements. You see, Davy,<br />
the Lords believe that they care more for your needs than Grandpa<br />
and I do.”<br />
“Besides,” added Grandpa, “We both have to work in order to<br />
pay the taxes for all <strong>of</strong> this.” Grandpa Milton paced around the<br />
porch, half talking to himself and grumbling. “<strong>The</strong>y tell us that we<br />
now have a lower digester-to-cook ratio than at any time in history,<br />
though half <strong>of</strong> the population is functionally malnourished. <strong>The</strong><br />
original plan to give better nutrition to the poor has ended with<br />
poor nutrition for all. Some misfi ts have refused to eat and seem on<br />
the verge <strong>of</strong> starvation, even though their food is free. Worse yet,