Peppy Israel Superior

I met a fellow one day. He had the look of an angry sufficient leader who wanted to bring the world to peace, prosperity and diligence.  He was my man.  I wanted to shine a light in his front door and bring him a dinner any day of the week. That said, one day Peppy smiled for the cameras and realized that he really liked to be friends with every living soul in the universe.  Peppy smiled alot and guess what, everyone else smiled back.  So this was good and it was clear that happiness was the most important virtue, right?  Be happy, fight your fight, but sell your dinner for a can of soup.  That's sacrifice, right.  I loved him immensely but I admit, Peppy was orthodox in his mind but his manners were scary.  He started throwing parties for the best of the best and he started dancing with the coolest people that walked the earth.  But those really cool people were only there because the partiers said he was the holiest human being created to date.  In fact since he was so holy, it only seemed that no God that we knew could ever create a holier man in the ages to come.  The work of creation appeared perfect and man was perfected.  I believe that man of the future will read my story and immediately remember the photograph of Peppy that every partier liked to hang on their balcony and in their studies and in their conference rooms.  It was so neat to see Peppy, especially because poor Peppy did not live to be 100 years old.  He died in his later years but he was truly blessed.  So his name ws blessed and the partiers needed another party.  So since Peppy could not throw parties any more, the partiers would throw Peppy like parties and dance and shine their horns and throw their glances to everyone else in the world except the real friends of the future.  That was the whole problem.  Peppy partied so much that everyone thought that life was one big party.  True people studied because Peppy was a bright man, but they did not realize the work that they had to do themselves.  Instead of thinking that they were doing God's work, they reasoned that since Peppy was perfection, that Peppy's work was the embodiement of perfection for all times ahead.  Peppy was immortal and every friend of the partiers and the partiers themselves drove long distances many times each year just to visit the final resting place that Peppy was found to inhabit for the rest of eternity (unless the partiers who guarded his grave site decide that they need to move Peppy somewhere).  I am certain that Peppy was spirited and that he was blessed, but everything that came out of Peppy's mouth was brilliant.  It just sank to the bottom of your heart and you loved your life so much.  You had peppiness in your peppy throat and your peppy nose and your peppy hands.  Peppy was all you needed.  Peppy your doorway and peppy your gates.  It was all about peppy and that was your useful thought process.  Whatever Peppy said was the show and the dinner and the dance.  Peppy ruled the ages and Peppy was right.  That was how it went.
So the moral of this story is simple.  Be a strong leader, but dont throw a big party unless you want a big party to follow you forever until it becomes apparant by the friends of God that maybe your partys were only a big show and that you really just forgot your true calling when you got elected to the highest office in the land that your people owned.  I mean you are a great guy and I do love your sacrifices.   A hero all the way.   But you were not ready to throw in the spice with all the sugar you gave to the lives in your stead.   Give some sugar, but you must add spice.  Sugar without the spice is like a cream soda that just doesn't bubble up.  Its easy to fool someone but if you really had cream soda, you would never like to read about a soda that did not fizz.  So thats my story ladies and gentlemen.  I love the future and I bet it keeps getting better.  Thanks.