There was once an emperor who liked to walk
around buck
naked in public. He gave out the usual story that he was wearing
elegant
magic clothes that were visible only to the enlightened, but - you know
how
these things go - the children were starting to notice. Ok, who
listens
to kids? But when adults started taking note of his majesty's
nudity,
something had to be done.
Ah, but this tale is missing a bit of context.
It
takes place in the Empire of Stylitia, whose citizens prided themselves
on
being the most elegantly dressed and fashionable people in the
world. Of course, everyone else in the world wanted to dress just
like the Stylish, or so, at least, they thought. Elsewhere in the
world, a lot of people found the Stylish arrogant and pushy. Some
even called them fashionists. Of course, the Stylish, and none
more so than their emperor, took shocked exception to such
charges. "The poorly dressed of the world hate us
for elegant clothes," riposted the emperor.
The Emperor of Stylitia was Commander-in-Chief of
the
Fashion Police, also known as the Stylitia Militia. It was
his job to spearhead the spread of Stylish fashions to the rest
of the world. So you can see that the very notion that an emperor
of theirs might be strutting
about sans attire was anathema to the Stylish. People were
beginning
to refer to him as the Buff Emperor, not to mention many unmentionable
nicknames.
It looked bad for the Stylish Emperor, and looking
bad
in Stylitia was not good. What was an emperor to do?
Fortunately, our emperor was nothing if not resourceful. One
might think that all
he had to do was put on some clothes, but that would be to
misunderstand this
emperor's deepest nature. He was a nudist to the core. He
had
a better idea than getting dressed himself ...
The Stylish Emperor had an old emperor buddy in a
neighboring
empire. They had been nudists together for years and years and
years.
In fact, you could say that the Stylish Emperor had been this other
emperor's
mentor in nudism, had paid for his trips to nudist camps and so
forth.
The neighboring empire had really poor fashion standards, so no one was
really
surprised that its emperor was a nudist. In fact, he was a
perfect
scapegoat.
So, the Stylish Emperor held a big news conference
at
which he was, at least, partially covered by his podium. On the
wall
behind him was a huge, full frontal shot of the neighbor emperor.
"Just look at this guy!" cried the Stylish Emperor.
Everyone stared in rapt fascination and said things
like,
"I can't look!" and "Disgusting!"
"This guy is a menace!" shouted the Stylish Emperor.
"Has
he no shame? Has he no sense of fashion?"
"No shame! No fashion!" said the press corps.
"And that isn't all!" continued the Stylish Emperor.
"He's
a clear and present danger to us and our way of life!"
"Clear and present!" murmured the press corps. "Um,
how
so?"
"He wants to bring nudism to the entire world!"
shrieked
the Stylish Emperor. "Us first."
"No!"
"Yes! Let's get him! I have the Fashion
Police
at the ready!"
"You know," said one of the reporters, "you look a
bit,
uh, lightly dressed yourself, Your Majesty."
"What treasonous talk is this?" gasped the emperor.
"Do
you want to give aid and comfort to the Nudist Enemy?"
Everyone looked at the cheeky reporter.
"Oh, no no no no no!" he yelped quickly. "Yeah,
let's
get that guy."
"Oh, there's one other small matter," continued the
emperor.
"Effective immediately, everyone will have to go about nude from the
waste
up."
"Beg pardon?" asked the press corps, all except for
the
cheeky guy. "Why?"
"Remember," said the emperor, "the enemy hates us
for
our clothes. This is a dangerous time. If we dress too well
or
too much we give them easy targets."
And so the Stylish stripped to the waste in their
War
Against Nudity. The war was long and harrowing, but at last, the
Stylish
prevailed. Of course, by that time, the pants had had to go,
too.
So, fashion had triumphed, even if its champions were buck naked.
And
more importantly, the Stylish Emperor enjoyed a long and unfettered
reign.