The Adventures of Jonathan Gullible - Bastiat Institute

Chapter 38
The Democracy Gang
Jonathan didn’t have time to say hello. Someone screamed, “It’s
them! The Democracy Gang! Run for cover!”
“Run, run,” shouted a kid, who sprinted past Jonathan.
Alisa’s face lost its colour. “We’ve got to get out of here – fast!”
First to disappear were the police. The crowd scattered in all
directions – many of them shedding their back braces to run faster.
Three whole families, with children in tow, raced down the stairs
of BLOCK B, while some tossed belongings out of the windows
to friends below. All gathered what they could and dashed up the
street.
Moments later the street was nearly empty. Only the slowest,
their arms laden with bundles or children, could still be seen
heading away from the approaching threat. A structure at the far end
of the street burst into fl ames. Frozen with fear, Jonathan grabbed
Alisa’s arm demanding, “What’s going on? Why’s everyone so
scared?”
Tugging wildly against his grip, Alisa yanked Jonathan to his
feet and cried out, “It’s the Democracy Gang! We’ve got to get out
of here quick!”
“Why?”
“No time for questions, let’s go!” she shouted. But Jonathan
refused to budge. Scared to death she cried, “Let’s go or they’ll get
us!”
“Who?”
“The Democracy Gang! They surround anyone they fi nd and
then they vote on what to do with them. They take their money, lock
them in a cage, or force them to join their gang. There’s nothing
anyone can do to stop them!”
Jonathan’s head was spinning. Where were those ubiquitous
police now? “Can’t the law protect us from the gang?”