Once, there was a deceitful, misogynistic shepherd boy. He spent his days spewing racist lies, showing off the large flock his father had handed to him, and fondling sheep. Then, one day, he took a great breath and sang out, “Wolf! Wolf! A wolf is coming!”
The villagers came running up the hill to drive the wolf away. But when they arrived, they found no wolf. The boy laughed at the look on their faces.
“Holy crap, this guy is full of good ideas,” said the villagers. “Get a load of this great, great guy and his fantastic ideas about wolves.”
“What wolves? There’s no wolf,” said the one villager who used the village library.
“Shut up, you fucking elitist prick,” said the villagers. “Everybody knows there are wolves.”
“Hell yeah, there are wolves,” laughed the shepherd boy. “Give me money. I am your president now.”
And the villagers declared the shepherd boy president.