Posts Tagged ‘corruption’

Letter to the editor

by on Saturday, March 5th, 2016

Citizens of New Toulouse,

The Regular Alliance Organization has hesitated at no act, however detrimental to the public welfare, to strengthen its hold and perpetuate its existence. Should it be able to maintain its grasp, it will plunge the city into greater disorder and disgrace, hopelessly undermine the foundations of public prosperity, and finally destroy the liberties of the people.

The impending mayoral election represents a glint of hope, as many of us have broken with Mr. Godenot and the Alliance regulars and formed an organization to oppose the shameful status quo.

The Citizens’ League will work for an efficient administration of public affairs. We will see that taxes are honestly expended, that the proper measures are taken to advance the public school system, that the police force is increased, and that the streets are kept clean and good drainage is provided. We will eliminate from the city payrolls the political loafers who draw salaries for which they do not work, thus depriving honest men of the opportunity to earn an honest living.

Look for the announcement of our mayoral candidate later this month.

Agricola Fusilier
Citizens’ League
26 Basin Street, New Toulouse

SOGGY EDITION

by on Wednesday, October 14th, 2015

This emergency edition of the Tattler was made possible by Mr. Lawrence James of James Ads & Signs, who kindly donated the use of his own press, as ours is currently underwater.


FREE BOURBON (AND SHELTER)
by Jack Mondieu (interim editor)

Hoping to help everyone “land on their feet,” the Krewe of Bast once again provide respite and shelter above the waterline at Spiegel Hall’s third-floor ballroom. Citizens and local rescued felines can wait out the flooding in relative comfort, with free hot coffee, food, bourbon, and cuddling. When asked about the location of Bast’s Nikita, krewe member Kristine replied, “Oh, she’ll turn up eventually, maybe a little skinnier but with plenty of lives left.”


EDITOR MISSING
by Frances Lava

As dawn broke over a storm-ravaged New Toulouse today, its weary citizens were shocked to learn that one of the city’s most prominent residents, and editor of this paper, was missing. As posters went up all over town, the question on everyone’s lips was when the flood-damaged stock sale was starting. A few people were also wondering about Miz Niki.

This reporter has learned that the editor was about to lift the lid on wide-scale corruption at City Hall. Certainly there has been a deafening silence from that quarter, especially on the subject of monies diverted from the upkeep of the levees which failed so disastrously last weekend. The mayor was not available for comment and is believed to be out of town on a hunting trip.

Where is Miz Niki? This paper is offering a generous reward for information leading to her safe return.


LETTER TO THE EDITOR

I shall account for the events of the great Caffeine airlift. I read an
article entitled “Weather or not” by Mr. Jack Mondieu. In it, he described
how “someone has bought up all the available coffee beans, and currently
there are none to be had on the open market. Look for cafe and restaurant
owners to adjust their price for a cuppa joe accordingly.” Now, the idea
of a bunch of caffeine addicted Taloosters not getting their cuppa joe is
barely less scary than Zombies down Bourbon Street. Fortunately, I happen
to have a friend whose nation is among the most reputable coffee providers
in all the Steamlands, one Callidus Weydelich. He scoffed at the idea that
would-be “Coffeosi” would try to do this, and well, he did want to repay for
all the times his shotgun fire damaged my spa. So, we set sail from Cala
Mondrago, in a warship full of Coffee.

The trip was a bit rough. I would like to say that we survived due to our
skill, but in truth, it helps when a Djinn stows away on board your ship and
can save you from crashing. We even got there in time for Salome Starsmith
to greet us with food and drink at the Severed head, which is right by port.
Bob Ellsmere, the hero of last year’s hurricane, was given Coffee so that he
might continue to provide demitasses for those weather weary Taloosters!
All in all, it was a glorious, defiant moment that showed our fair city at
its finest! Viva Nouvelle Toulouse! Viva La Demitasse!

Doctor Avalon

Editor’s note: Captain Alcide LeBlanc was successful in running from the storm and grounding his good ship ‘Calamares’ in the Bayou. The cargo was fully insured, he invites all citizens of New Toulouse to help themselves to as much coffee and bananas as they desire. To avoid waste, he recommends that no one take more than they and their immediate families and livestock can consume in a decade.


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City officials dodge censure

by on Saturday, July 5th, 2014

The government men examining the matter of the improper use of city funds have ended their investigation, and most questions remain unanswered. The officials of New Toulouse have not been jailed, and the investigators are unwilling to discuss the matter.

Late on Saturday I saw one of the government men waiting at the docks, suitcase in hand. He refused to discuss the investigation in detail. He said that it was over, that he had rarely seen such a welcoming and warm community, and that he was sorry for all of the trouble.

I asked him about his new crutches, casts, and bandages, and his missing partner, and he said, “Streetcar accident. We were walking out of Spiegel Hall, and the streetcar ran over us. The mayor was aboard, and he took us to the clinic. Leave it be, Jack, there’s no story here. Burn your notes. I need to get out of here.”

When I asked him about the midnight movement of goods between the bayou and the Land Office, the tankers hiding in the canals north of the bayou, and the strangers walking around town, he said nothing. When I offered to show him pictures, he put down his crutches and sunglasses and gestured with a shaky finger. “You don’t want to go there. Let it rest. My official report will say that this place is as clean as any I’ve seen. Burn those photos with your notes.”

It was midnight when I left him at the docks, and I never did see his partner. As I walked home I noticed city workmen putting in a new garden at the mayor’s place, and it looked like they were planting catnip.


Jack Mondieu, Ace Reporter, is a figment of your imagination.