Challenge #00778 - B047: Logic Dictator

A sentence that made me just want to hug the mad genius until they felt better:

Everything I did was logical. One day I’ll understand why that makes me the one who’s nuts.

I think they thought I’d be easy to manipulate. They thought they could feed me the correct facts to sway me. Sadly for them, I saw them for villainous plotters who would all be my puppeteer for two pins. They were quickly exposed for voting fraud and incarcerated for all their other political crimes.

And I already had the will of the people for re-examining all extant criminal cases and punishing the unjust equally. And since it was legally no longer a crime to be poor, I went about curing the cause of the symptoms that so many vocal types complained about.

I’m a very frugal person. Therefore it was no great strain for me to abandon the glittering mansion of the Head of State for a modest flat. And also no great strain for me to live on the lowest existing stipend current for the unemployed. The others in my cabinet had a great hue and cry, though, at the thought of following my lead.

But they were astonishingly fast to vote for raising the stipend. Especially when it looked like I was going to make that change mandatory.

Paying the hospitals based on their successes quickly rid the medical system of all the bad doctors and nurses. The same with the schools and the teachers who coasted along on tenure.

Decriminalising addictive drugs and putting them in the hands of pharmaceutical companies eliminated drug crime overnight. As did recognising sex work as legitimate work. Many of the pimps didn’t care for my health and safety workplace laws, but the sundry employees loved it.

And with crime at an all-time low, I was at my leisure to oust the racist, sexist, and any other deplorable -ist police members.

Things had never been better.

But when I tackled the famine and the plague with the same ruthless efficiency… I was called a monster. Those people were the most likely to die. I just saved the healthy.

But they called it a senseless massacre.

And put me in prison.

For my crimes.

One day. Someone might explain to me what they were.

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