Headquartered in a modest facility on Barney Scholl’s Road, local cash-grabbing mediocretins known as the BubbaCabal strived to squeeze Classic City citizens for their hard-earned dough, and perhaps their sanity to boot.
The BBACBL’s Triarchy of unctuous usurers, mendacious motor techs, and blowhard bailsmen — along with their Fringe Banker muckers and revolving-door flock of managerial buffoons — indeed had heady dreams of media manipulation, bench mumming, and community diktät by the big fish themselves piddling in their own small pond.
Though they tried to put on a public-friendly face under such façades as the “Fruit Bat 100 Club,” “Blue Haus Productions” and the S.S. Reverend Resbo, few swallowed their inane infotoxins. After all, these are the geniuses who thought that buying media outlets would deliver cash cows that would milk themselves. Well, that udder was bone-dry well before the cattle left the barn door.
The Elder Owls — the true old-school power wielders in Classic City — shrugged and rolled their eyes at the follies of BBACBL. Even their acolytes of the Augean Lodge knew that dog wouldn’t hunt.
The Allied Pungeoning Front had protracted battles over the years with the BubbaCabal, but finally came to see that a hands-off stance would actually expedite their foe’s self-destruction. The APF didn’t even have to call in their “big guns” before BBACBL disintegrated into pink dust.
Today, citizens of Classic City can breathe easy knowing BBACBL is no longer around to fudge with their sundaes.
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This calls for Johnny Gutts.
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