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The Adventures of Jonathan Gullible - Bastiat Institute

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Chapter 12<br />

Opportunity Lost<br />

he is the most effective rabble rouser ever elected.”<br />

“S <strong>Jonathan</strong> spun around to see a middle-aged man sprawled<br />

over a doorstep, braced on one elbow. His short-brimmed hat was<br />

tipped back and his dark three-piece suit looked fi lthy and smelled<br />

worse. Patches on the knees <strong>of</strong> his pants were starting to fray. A<br />

salty grey stubble grew on his face, indicating that he hadn’t shaved<br />

in a couple <strong>of</strong> days. One hand still clung to a bottle that was dry as a<br />

bone and now served mostly to keep him propped against the wall.<br />

“Tweed’s the best I’ve ever seen,” he continued drowsily, “She<br />

can really stir up a crowd.”<br />

<strong>Jonathan</strong> moved closer to listen, but wasn’t sure he wanted to<br />

encourage this hobo. True enough, this gentleman hobo didn’t need<br />

encouragement to repeat a story he had probably told a dozen times<br />

to himself. “After her rip-roaring speech, the crowd was mighty<br />

angry.” He said, shaking his head. “<strong>The</strong>n a kid, little Ricco, hurled<br />

a stone at a window over there. When the glass shattered, the mob<br />

dropped silent. Yes, not a peep at fi rst. <strong>The</strong>y knew it was wrong to<br />

destroy things, but they were excited.”<br />

<strong>The</strong> hobo sensed that this young man was actually listening. He<br />

hiccuped and continued. “<strong>The</strong>n Tweed, she was right in the middle<br />

<strong>of</strong> them, said that Ricco had done the community a great service.<br />

Said they all owed the boy a debt <strong>of</strong> gratitude. She said it was alright,<br />

because anyone who owned so many windows was selfi sh anyway.<br />

<strong>The</strong>n she added that the factory owner would now have to buy new<br />

windows from the glass maker. Everyone in the crowd was really<br />

attentive – just itching for an excuse to throw more stones. Tweed<br />

told them ‘Sure, go ahead! With each ... (hic) ... stone and broken<br />

glass, the glass maker will have a new order for a window, a new<br />

job for a worker, and a new demand for tools. <strong>The</strong>n each worker<br />

will have more kayns to spend on shoes for his children. So more<br />

jobs for shoemakers and the shoemakers will have more to spend on<br />

leather and stitching’ and so on and on.”

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