Parliamentary Impasse Broken
A few days ago I told you that Shalampax’s Parliament was stymied because the ceremonial gavel that, by law, must be used to call Parliament to order at the start of a new session was thrown out by the cleaning staff while Parliament was recessed. I’m happy to say that the impasse has been broken.
One reader, who goes by the name of David, suggested that we hypnotize our parliamentarians and get them to hold a session of Parliament without the ceremonial gaveling. They could then pass a law that revoked the previous law requiring the ceremonial gavel. David suggested that, despite this being illegal because the ceremonial gavel would not be used to start the session, most Shalampaxians wouldn’t care.
This sounded like a good idea. David was right. Most Shalampaxians don’t care about much of anything, particularly anything that goes on in our Parliament. However, we encountered a problem when we tried to implement this plan.
Our politicians are probably unique in this regard, but they are already dazed, confused and, worse, they suffer from severe Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD). As a result, they couldn’t pay attention to anyone long enough to be hypnotized.
Thanks anyway, David. You tried and I know you had our best interests at heart.
Fortunately, Manexposinghimself, our Prime Minister, stumbled on a solution. He was about to, as is his habit, blow his nose with a piece of a copy of Shalampax’s Constitution when he saw a section there that no on had noticed before. Our Constitution explicitly allows the Prime Minister of the day, on his or her sole authority, to make a temporary appointment to our Supreme Court if a position is open when parliament is not sitting.
The appointment must be confirmed or revoked by Parliament within a month of it going back into session. And the temporary appointment can fill only a vacant position. It cannot be used to replace a sitting judge.
This latter condition, the need to have an open position, was no problem. No one has ever served on our Supreme Court. We have very few laws and Shalampaxians are far to lazy to break the ones we do have. (But we revel in breaking other countries’ fraud laws.) So there has never been any need for much of justice system here.
The problem for Manexposinghimself was finding someone willing to accept the position. Just as Shalampaxians are far too lazy to break our few laws, we’re also far to lazy to serve on our Supreme Court.
Manexposinghimself thought that Brokentoaster, a Member of Parliament, would make the perfect candidate. True, Brokentoaster is a known embezzler, but he is far less competent at embezzling than any other Shalampaxian, so he’d be perfect as a Justice.
Needless to say, Brokentoaster was hesitant, but he accepted the Supreme Court appointment after Manexposinghimself promised that, as soon as Parliament resumed sitting and the Members of Parliament were fast asleep, Manexposinghimself would introduce a motion revoking Brokentoaster’s judgeship. Because Manexposinghimself and Brokentoaster would be the only Members of Parliament awake when the motion was introduced, it was bound to pass.
With Brokentoaster installed as a Supreme Court judge, he immediately, in a unanimous, zero-to-one ruling, declared that the law requiring the use of the ceremonial gavel, and only the ceremonial gavel, to summon Parliament to order contravenes Shalampax’s Constitution.
With that law struck down, the members returned to their seats in Parliament. To start the session, Manexposinghimself took off one of his shoes and used it to gavel the session to order. Before beginning their naps, the other Members of Parliament honored a former U.S. President by removing their shoes and throwing them at Manexposinghimself.
And, with that, the Shalampax political system is secure once more. Paahlm help us.





















Okay…who is David? Except for today, he always comments first. Hmmmm, I wonder?
David was outdoors watching the hired help do some interesting landscaping here on the grounds of our Shady Pines Compound. Upon return to the keyboard, he was dumbstruck by the honor of being named personally and prominently in Shalampax Speaks.
While this explains his failure to comment first as he is wont to do, it does absolutely nothing to answer MadMadMargo’s probing question.
@MadMadMargo: I assume that you are implying that David is a Shalampaxian. With a name like “David” that is not possible. He is and avid reader, and a most welcome one, but he’s no Shalampaxian. I know Shalampaxians–I am one myself–and he’s no Shalampaxian. I mean that as a compliment.
@David: I hope you enjoyed your time off. Can you think of anyway to prove to MadMadMargo that you are not one of us? If you want to protect your fine reputation, then it’s in your best interests to do so.
I am not a Shalampaxian, I have never been a Shalampaxian, I will never be a Shalampaxian. I don’t play a Shalampaxian on TV. And, since I’m still rather much alive, it should be clear to any regular reader of Shalampax Speaks that I’ve never visited Shalampax.
I tried once upon a time to get approval to build a condo for myself on the roof of the Shalampax building from which to enjoy the ocean breezes and the waterviews – and was soundly rejected plus I withdrew my request upon discovering that I would, upon arrival, promptly become dinner.
Instead, I’m a proud American (or USian as our South American neighbors like to say) living in our nation’s capitol…well, not the capitol building itself of course, just living here in the city that I’ve called home for the last 30 years.
Also, there is absolutely no record whatsoever as to the view that may have appeared in my mother’s eyes at the time of my birth so it would not be possible for me to even generate a Shalampaxian name if I were inclined to impersonate or pretend to be a Shalampaxian. It’s all just so impossible. So there you have it MMMargo.
@David: Thanks for filling us in on your personal information. If you hired a Shalampaxian real estate agent (working remotely, of course, because of the legal issues), Im sure that he or she could get you that capitol building as your residence in no time.
I should mention that MadMadMargo has, on occasion claimed to be a Shalampaxian herself. The capitalization within her name is non-Shalampaxian, but it otherwise could be a Shalampaxian name. Obviously, shortly after her birth, her parents saw someone named Margo who was doubly mad. However, I dont know if that means that the Margo in question was doubly angry, doubly crazy or one part angry and one part crazy. I also dont know how someone with the obviously non-Shalampaxian name of Margo came to be within the sight of MadMadMargos parents, but there you have it.
Lacking the massive revenue that a native Shalampaxian might have from their spam businesses or religions/cults, I fear the heating and air conditioning costs associated with residing in the quite extensive capitol building would be prohibitive for my relatively modest multi-millionaire net worth.
I suspect that the person currently known as MadMadMargo may be some sort of provocateur agitating the populace. Do we even know that Margo is a woman? I’ve seen no evidence to prove or disprove that and she/he/it could have easily just assumed the MadMadMargo moniker. Thus I challenge this “Margo” to show herself, so to speak.
@David: Well, if you change your mind about the capitol building, let me know. I’ve already mentioned it to a couple of the real estate agents here and they’d love to get their hands on the commission on that. And these agents are good. One of them just sold the Brooklyn Bridge.
Yeah, MadMadMargo’s blog does say she’s a woman and the pictures she uses to represent herself there are all of women, but how do we really know?