MegaMan Will Be Watching!

I dashed out of the auditorium, not daring to look back at the carnage. Sarah Palin, Joe the Plumber battled and fought with The President and his nuts, or men from ACORN.

The fighting was furious as plungers and Acorns zipped and zinged through the air.

I was glad to be out of the fray. After my preview of politics and politicians I decided to take a well-deserved break from the political arena and the heavy weight leaders and mingle with the ordinary people of the Earth. Perhaps I would do better to consult with my friends from Just Politics?, The Right Truth and Social Solutions to get some answers on how to proceed. They certainly have an insight into the world of politics that I so desperately need at this time.


I just didn't know where to start. I decided to walk, not that I had much of a choice. My RV was lost, somewhere and I guess I could ride the bus or take a taxi..But where would I go?

Yes walking would do me good. Maybe something would give me a new direction, something new, a new cause.

I walked for several blocks oblivious of my surroundings.

I stopped at a crosswalk,waiting for the light. Two women standing just to my right grabbed my attention.

The woman on the right a particularly large woman, with painted red hair juggled an umbrella and a purse as large, black and loaded with personality as her dress and mannerisms. She shuffled happily the contents of her purse, rustling the contents to the left and right, until she located her treasure.

She pulled the small carton out of her purse, pulled a small white stick from the carton, lit the stick with a miniature fire starter and inhaled.

This I understand is a cigarette. And the procedure she is undertaking is smoking.

She held the smoke in her lungs for a moment of Ecstasy before exhaling the smoke in amorphous cloud of pleasure.

"Ahh. that hits the spot...Want one.." she asked. Her tone I took to be sarcastically directed to her companion on her left. This I confirmed after the women to the left; A particularly fit woman, in a tightly fitting workout suit more resembling body paint than a fabric designed to be clothing.

"God No..Sis when are you going to quit that habit..." The woman began in a manically rapid response of consonants and vowels. Frankly they flew from her mouth so quickly and frantically one could barely comprehend the meanings. Although I understood them to be words.

"Hey I'll probably live longer than you..sis...and I have a lot more fun.." She laughed with delight despite the angry and obnoxious tone of the sibling she walked with.

"Excuse me..I understand that procedure your partaking in is called smoking, but I know little of it and I'm interested in studying your world..may I see the sticks." I asked.

The woman laughed jovially. "Why yes,that's the politest way anyone bummed a cigarette of me, but hey I'm always willing to help."

She handed me the carton of cigarettes. I studied the box of cigarettes, pulled a cigarette out and studied the strange tube shaped object called a cigarette.

"Strange.. and you inhale this?" I asked.

"Yes..it brings a sense of relaxation. It is bad for you health though. I keep telling myself that I'm going to quit." the large flamboyant woman said sadly."Oh by the way my name is Grace..and yours?" She asked waiting for my response.

The woman with the painted body interrupted. "What are you doing talking to this madman in tights.. he looks like a freak." she stated.

"I'm MegaMan they call me a Madman, but really I'm from Pronghornia a planet many light years from this one, very much farther advanced. I was sent here to save your world from imminent destruction. The cause of which I am unsure of..that is why I am out on the street mingling with the common citizens..And in reading this statement..That smoking is bad for your health and can cause life threatening diseases and looking at the number of people inhaling this material..this may be the cause. Your Surgeon General may be the person I wish to speak to next. This is amazing that people still.."

I was interrupted by a loud clamoring in the skies and a downpour of rain. The painted clothes lady opened the umbrella over her head, the other woman continued smoking her cigarette, seemingly enjoying the rain. I have to admit it felt good.

The other woman apparently upset that her hair would be ruined. Cried out..

She dashed across the road. Another large clamor and a flash of light, then an explosion of hairspray, make-up and cellulite and other organic matter flew randomly through the air finding several innocent pedestrians and impaling them with a variety of sharp organic and inorganic. The pedestrians grabbed various locations of there body as patches of red stained their clothes and pooled in the miniature lakes and streams formed by the downpour.

As I surveyed the carnage and looked at the survivors of the tragedy..I knew that the Surgeon General was wrong. Smoking saves lives. The only survivors were all smoking cigarettes.

I needed to warn the world and find this Surgeon General,this may be how the world will perish.

I hated to bother my friend President Obama, but I knew he was a smoker and perhaps he may shed some light on this and introduce me to the Surgeon General.

I hope he wouldn't hold a grudge against me for spoiling his show.