The Buff Emperor
                                                                                      copyright © 2002 by Robert L. Blau

    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.