Quick thought.

A variation on the story of the Boy Who Cried Wolf.

Once there was a boy who ran for office. At the first breath of criticism the boy cried “Racism!” against his neighbor and all the villagers stoned the offender. The next day another neighbor criticized the boy and the boy again cried “Racism!” and again the villagers stoned the offender. Soon the boy cried “Racism!” as matter of habit at anything that looked at him funny. And pretty soon half the villagers, a quarter of their cattle, two-thirds of their goats, three houses, two trees, and an a pond had all been stoned to death. The remaining villagers had worn out their arms throwing stones at the offenders when the boy cried “Racism!” yet again. This time the offender was a thrown stone the boy had stubbed his foot on. The villagers looked very wearily at the boy. Most of them had forgotten what the word ‘racism’ meant anymore. Mostly they were all tired of always having to throw stones at the behest of the boy. The villagers then stoned the Boy Who Cried Racism and got on with their lives.

What do you think? Do we have a new fable?