Monday, September 16, 2002
The good news here in the commune offices is my court case has resulted in a nice out-of-court settlement. The bad news is… well, I’ll get to the bad news in due course.
Frequent readers of my column, or actually anyone who read the last one, will remember that I was taking legal action against the author of the play based on my life, without my authorization, Ching! Ching! I Owe Fred Scarsdale A Lot of Money. My lawsuit was on the fasttrack toward a big fat payoff for the commune, and me in particular, when we found out the author of the play was none other than black sheep of the commune family Raoul Dunkin. Now, insiders and outsiders with insider contacts know that Raoul Dunkin was the first reporter hired when the commune made the jump from publishing on the back of pre-published pamphlets to the internet, where the overhead was considerably lower and the journalistic standards likewise lower. Which made it all the harder when he and his money-hungry blade backstabbed me and his brethren by running off to become a hot-to-trot M-TV veejay.
Apparently, M-TV and Dunkin were a poor match from the get-go and even the coveted 3-5 a.m. timeslot couldn’t make him a star. He pink-slipped that job and ended up writing plays off-off-Broadway, specifically the Vlanch Community Theater in Vlanch, Pennsylvania. Which is where I saw the Fred Scarsdale bit. Cut to September of 2002, and a very pissed-off Red Bagel demanding compensation. Now we’re talking settlement.
Dunkin always was bad at numbers. Would you believe over 30 people saw his play and he still ended up deep in debt? If over 30 people ever read an edition of the commune, I, Red Bagel, would be rolling in money like a pig in shit. Instead of rolling in shit like a pig in shit. Dunkin’s big mistake, as far as I can tell, was paying all collaborators involved in real money instead of skeeball tickets and coupons. He also doesn’t seem to have heard of government loans and frivolous lawsuits.
Needless to say, Dunkin could not pay the compensation I demanded, and in fact ran up even more bills thanks to hiring that pricey Bar association-approved “lawyer”. Way to go, A-hole. All that money flushed down the drain and you still settled the case with yours truly, the lawyerless commune’s fearless editor-in-chief.
All that said and done, as part of the settlement Dunkin is coming back to work for the commune for a while. You tell me who the real loser is! Bludney Plud? I suppose we can all agree on that.
So welcome, dear reader, to a bold new era for the commune. Well, not really. Welcome to an era that reeks of a bold old era. Dunkin is back with his passable news coverage, and yet I’m not firing Ramon Nootles, his replacement I took on staff when the extra coupons I saved allowed me to expand the workforce. At least not yet—he’s the kind of reporter who seems to benefit from a healthy fear of the guillotine.
Nobody could be happier about Dunkin’s return to the staff, at least I’ve decreed that nobody can be happier. Dunkin, to his credit, is putting up the appearance that he’s not totally miserable, and that’s appreciated.
By the way, we have no plans of removing the “Let’s Promote Raoul Dunkin!” game as of yet. Let’s just see where this is going for a while. The numbnuts does have a history of abandonment, and we may forgive, but we never forget.
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