DR. MARTIN

Dr. Martin was an honest man. But he also was a politician. That means he was an honest politician. Oxymoron, you will say. Well, he was certainly unique within his walk of life, so it’s hardly surprising that he often attracted school tours and busloads of gawkers. He liked to address prison populations.
“Remember, guys, it’s highly important to be honest. If I can do it, you can do it too.”
“But you don’t wanna be too honest, Doc,” argued some inmates. “Bad people can take advantage of you.”
But Dr. Martin was adamant.
“Honesty’s reward is a clear conscience,” he liked to point out.
Once he was sent to Afghanistan to inspect Canadian troops and was captured by the Taliban freedom fighters.
“Where you from, mister?” inquired the bearded men who fought for freedom. Dr. Martin knew it would be safer to say he was from Saudi Arabia, but he was the honest one, remember?
“I am from Canada,” he said.
“Oh, so you from Canada? And what you doing here on Afghanistan?”
It would be safer to say he was on holidays, but Dr. Martin always told the truth.
“I’m supposed to be inspecting Canadian troops,” said he.
Now, when the Taliban saw they were dealing with an honest man, they decided to take advantage of him. They appointed him their chief accountant. You see, they had a lot of money channelled to them through international networks, but most of it was going missing. Dr. Martin had to make sure that all the money was spent on suicide bombers, not on belly-dancers at Nebuchadnezzar’s. And he did his job so well that in a month Nebuchadnezzar’s was shut down due to lack of business, and the Taliban had thousands of well-fed suicide bombers at their disposal. They drove the coalition forces out of the country, the Taliban got back in power and put burqas back on women. Dr. Martin ended up Finance Minister in the new Taliban government, and pretty soon Afghanistan was ahead of China in economic growth. See how much damage can one honest idiot inflict?