The Adventures of Jonathan Gullible - Bastiat Institute
The Adventures of Jonathan Gullible - Bastiat Institute
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Chapter 35 • Merryberries 211<br />
“Disgusting,” added Mary Jane as she lit up a thick long cigar<br />
and handed it to Doobie. Taking a buttery biscuit and spreading<br />
generous layers <strong>of</strong> cream cheese on top, she muttered, “It’s an<br />
escape from reality.”<br />
“Yeah,” said Doobie, adjusting his gun belt more comfortably<br />
and mumbling through another mouthful <strong>of</strong> biscuit. <strong>Jonathan</strong> had<br />
never seen anyone cram food into his mouth so fast. “Young people<br />
nowadays just don’t take responsibility for their lives. So when they<br />
turn to merryberries as an escape, we bring them back to reality. We<br />
arrest them and lock them behind bars.”<br />
“Is that better for them?” asked <strong>Jonathan</strong> discreetly <strong>of</strong>fering<br />
Doobie a serviette.<br />
“Sure” responded Mary Jane. “Want a shot <strong>of</strong> whiskey, Doobie?”<br />
Doobie grinned and thrust a greasy glass toward her. She fi lled it<br />
to the brim with brown fl uid from an unlabelled jug. Returning to<br />
<strong>Jonathan</strong>’s original question, she replied, “You see, merryberries<br />
are addictive.”<br />
“What do you mean?”<br />
“It means you always want to have more. You feel like you must<br />
have it to continue living.”<br />
<strong>Jonathan</strong> considered this. “You mean like food?” he said, barely<br />
audible over the huge burp that exploded from Doobie.<br />
Doobie chuckled contentedly as he downed his second shot<br />
<strong>of</strong> booze and puffed deeply on his cigar. “No, no. Merryberries<br />
have no nutritional value and may even be unhealthy. Hand me the<br />
ashtray will you, Mary Jane?”<br />
“And if merryberries are unhealthy,” said Mary Jane, as she<br />
stirred her c<strong>of</strong>fee with a stick <strong>of</strong> candy, “then we’d all have to pay<br />
for the treatment <strong>of</strong> those sorry derelicts no matter how foolish their<br />
behaviour and habits. Uncontrolled merryberry eaters would be a<br />
burden on all <strong>of</strong> us.”<br />
<strong>Jonathan</strong> blurted out “If people harm themselves, why should<br />
you pay for their folly?”<br />
“It’s the only humane thing to do,” said Doobie, now a bit tipsy.<br />
His hands were swinging and jabbing in the air with every thought<br />
that came to mind. “We solve human problems. <strong>The</strong> Lords got to<br />
pay for a lot <strong>of</strong> problems, you know, like our salaries and the big