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           Fragmented Fairytails

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"Bernie Sanders is radical. So is my dog. Especially if she were to run for president. The people could rightly ask what her qualifications might be for the job. She could respond that having a dog run for president was a pretty radical idea. And since radicalism without some deeper substance was so appealing, why not vote for a dog. "Elvira for President" has a certain ring about it, you've gotta admit. Plus, she'd help the poor and be tough on crime. What else would you expect from a pug-chihuahua mix?"
Once upon a time, there was a very wise president. This president was beloved by all, liberals, conservatives and even libertarians, it didn't matter, they all loved him. So, being beloved and all, the wise president said "Restaurants discriminate. Have you seen their prices? I mean, an order of toast is a buck, but a filet mignon with a couple of lobster tails is through the roof. Is that fair? I don't think so." The people laughed and said, "He's kidding right?" But no, the president wasn't kidding. And, with that, he used his executive powers to mandate that, "Henceforth, restaurants can no longer discriminate by charging more for some things, than for others." OK, said the people. I guess he knows, cause he's really wise, and besides, he's the president.

So, with that, the law was changed and there would be no more discrimination. Toast would no longer get the short end of the stick while filet mignon got all the glory. This compelled people to run right down to their favorite eateries, where they ordered filet mignon with a couple of the biggest lobster tails they could find. "No more toast for us," they shouted. But, when they got the bill, their dinner cost twice as much as it did only a few days before. "Hey, wasn't toast just a buck," they cried. I mean come on, we were expecting a really tasty, cheap meal for next to nothing prices. Instead, we get even higher prices than before. How's that fair."


The manager of the restaurant replied, "Listen, do you have any idea how much a filet mignon and lobster tails costs to make?" Admittedly, the people didn't. "But the law says you have to charge us the same exact price as toast," the people angrily fired back. "And, that's exactly what I did." the manager said. From now on, toast costs fifty dollars, just like everything else on the menu. If you want a glass of milk, it's fifty bucks. You want an egg, it's fifty bucks. Now everything costs the same, just like the president wanted."

What is the moral of this story? 

​Mark Magula