Hello again iiwiiers
I live in a country full of very gullible people, a survey says. I do hope it's flawed.
They've found a load of orang-utans! That's great, I like orang-utans. These ones don't like being photographed, apparently. Fair enough, as long as we can have more photos of some other ones that's good enough. Unless these are extra-amazing looking, in which case I hope they take a sneaky photo here and there. Or maybe they just want the right deal. Give it to them - they're great!
The Mr. Men are ruled by the orange elite. There are five of them, and the
Image via Wikipediay are led by the first Mr. Man of all, the progenitor Mr. Tickle, from which they get their power. Mr. Tickle first came to the attention of the human world in 1971, the year I was born. He rules from Happyland, the seat of power in their world. The people all live in fear of his reign of terror, he tickles dissidents in their own homes through windows and letterboxes. He once tickled a policeman and caused an enormous traffic jam I read. His gospel ends with a chilling warning that he may be waiting around the corner to tickle you. And thus was social control established.
The following year he was joined in Happyland by Mr. Topsy-Turvy, who brought chaos wherever he went and reinforced the reign of terror. It's hard to say what he does. Where he has been, witnesses can't even talk properly, so we just don't know. It is known, however, that he, too, likes to interfere with traffic. He was once seen reading Mr. Bump's book, which is interesting, given the abuse to Mr. Bump reported by reader Rosie in yesterday's comments, which I wondered if was systematic.
Six years after that their world was a changed place - there were fast approaching forty Mr. Men, and with only one enforcer Mr. Tickle needed to consolidate the power of the orange clan, so in came Mr. Clever in charge of Cleverland, and Mr. Slow to interfere with traffic. It is unclear why Mr. Tickle places so much importance on interfering with traffic. Mr. Clever provides the clan with great technological superiority and is seen as the organisation's weak point by the happy-clappy idiots of the yellow clan, whose leader Mr. Happy often makes him the target of his campaigns. Mr. Slow is not only a rather browny orange, he has also been seen as a yellowy-green, but he is a true orange.
Twelve years later one more was added to the orange elite, Mr. Cheerful. Mr. Cheerful is cheerful and has only three hairs on his head. That's it, that's all there is to him. It is hard to see what he brings to the team, it is thought that he is a frivolous appointment, thought up by Mr. Clever to to mock Mr. Happy.
Modern televison propaganda shows claim that Mr. Tickle only tickles people when they want to be tickled, except for Mr. Grumpy. It is agreed by all analysts of Mr. Men affairs that there is no truth in this, and there is still cause for fear whenever he leaves the palace.
I should at this point mention the role of women in their society. They are very much second-class citizens in this very sexist society, as evinced by the very name Mr. Men. Despite this it is not unknown for women who can make themselves useful to end up effectively in positions of power. Little Miss Magic, for instance, first of the she-oranges, who has posed as a she-brown, once shrank Mr. Tickle's arms to try to limit his tickling, egged on by Mr. Happy of course. She was not hanged for treason because her magic powers make her useful to the clan*. There is a real imbalance in the orange elite's skills mix, being almost entirely focussed on traffic disruption, and this gap has been filled to an extent by the she-oranges, so, despite my intention not to cover them at this time I will cover them next as that's where the investigation is leading.
Oh, great piece in The Guardian by David Mitchell on Sachsgate.
that's all from me for now
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*she did get tickled though.