They're the worst bees. I bet they don't

They're the worst bees. I bet they don't pollinate or make honey or defend the queen they just fly around stinging shit. Nightmare bees, deadbeats, let's all just get together and

use butterflies as pollinators!" shouted the man with the megaphone. "These bees are a menace! What can they offer us? Stings? Allergies? Their reign of terror must end!"

Yet as the speech reached its crescendo, a low hum began to shake the ground below the protesters. On the horizon, a black cloud of enraged honey bees approached the helpless crowd

No one else noticed but him, making him tense in fear. "Why? Why now?" He wondered to himself. This only enhanced his belief he was never meant to run for office.

But the signs were there. And after what he had seen the other night, he wouldn't heve much time to do ANYTHING about it. The whole campaign had run him down, but

Bob was not going to give up. The crowd chanted, "Can he fix it?" and "Yes he can!", referring to the disastrous economy. Bob had long given up building for politics, and this was

he established The Church of Clobbering People. It seems that the city felt that Bob's church was somehow responsible for an uptick in assaults. Bob took this as religious oppressi

on and demanded that the congregation begin Clobbering the city council forthwith and after that Bob said they were going to Washington to begin Clobbering the Senate, Congress, an

d the Supreme Court. Alas, none were in session when they arrived, leaving them with a strong desire to Clobber but no one to Clobber. So they turned on Bob and Clobbered him.