Antidisestablishmentarianism

 is the deciding event when the P.O.P.E. decided to step up to the plate and push for reinstatement of the Governance as the sole technological authority of the USA. It had been disestablished by the evil Apolytikako Gawkinz in 2015.

Background

 * Main article: Gawkins v. Follins

As everyone knows, the Governance was disestablished by the infamous ACLUM leader, Apolytikako Gawkinz.

By 2014 ACLUM had expanded beyond its original pro-Mabel stance and began to challenge the See on its absolute monopoly in technology, utilities, even electricity. They questioned the authority of the P.O.P.E. and eventually sued the pants off of one of the employees, none other than Cardinal Follins, after an ACLUM crony was banned from Tech-Time for using emalfs at the P.O.P.E., who had condemned Mabel's family for abusing technology for their own gain.

Unlike P. Benzin, the P.O.P.E. at the time, P. Bonifide suffered no illusion that Mabel was evil. He spoke out in defense of Cardinal Follins and called witnesses to the stand, ranging from Daniel to himself. Gawkins started directing rude and eventually ad hominum attacks on the PWNtiff, cumulinating in Gawkins slapping Bonifide across the beak. As an attempt to maintain order, the case was suspended for three days.

After the recess, and in a conspiracy rumored to be cooked up by corrupt hackers everywhere, the court decided in favor of Gawkins. The USA was forced to disestablish the See and annex the Centriepistula as just another city. The sectors were publicized and put on YOWSER, and bills rose as the hierarchy fell and the non-ordained managers abandoned the unnecessarily ornate telenacles.

P. Boniface, in extensive shame, requested for self-deletion, after trying to bite his own arm failed to make him feel better.

P. Humbert was named the P.O.P.E., but the seat was vacant, since the PWNtiff was abolished. The powerless PWNtiff dressed in black and carried a parasol. He mostly wandered the streets of Technology City (the See's new name).

Seeing the P.O.P.E.'s depression (and aware of Gawkins' COC-violating parodee), an aged Mayor McFlapp took it upon himself to rekindle the Governance at whatever cost.

The event
Mayor McFlapp had long had enough of Gawkinz' evil deeds. P. Bonifide's self-deletion was the first since Lichenblossom's wars, and he really had enough with what was going on. He may have been elderly, but he had some power left within him. P. Humbert was too depressed to do anything, and if he didn't intervene soon, the seat WOULD be vacant, forever. He decided to resort to music.

''Mayor McFlapp is flying through the streets of Technology City. He is disappointed at the case two years ago and was fully aware of the conspirists behind it. With prices up and distribution disorgaized, bishops, cardinals, and priests alike were thrown out of office. The tern happend to spy the P.O.P.E., who was waddling down an alley with the umbrella.''

''McFlapp swooped down to the PWNtiff, who was dressed entirely in black. Even his eyes themselves exhibited sadness. He hadn't smiled in years, it seemed.''

McFlapp: You bloomin' okay, wot? Do ya need to find your way to a bally funeral?

Mayor McFlapp lifts the umbrella and realizes who the penguin is.

McFlapp: Your Telephonavin! I didn't bally recogni-

Humbert slaps his flipper over McFlapp's beak.

P. Humbert: Sede vancante, blennus!

McFlapp: Oh, right. The blinkin' persecution... wot...

P. Humbert turns away.

McFlapp: Surely you want ta put a stop to this bally catastrophe, wot wot?

P. Humbert: I am incapable.

McFlapp: Well, that isn't a bally attitude ta have!

P. Humbert: I was sued.

McFlapp: It was jolly well rigged, wot! We all know the blinkin' judge had bloodstains on his flippers!

P. Humbert: Venae?!

McFlapp: No, he wasn't bleedin'. It's a bally expression.

P. Humbert nods.

McFlapp: You need a confidence boost, wot. Don't-'cha know what's happened to the bally disestablished utilities companies?

Silence.

McFlapp: It's jolly well awful, it is! I don't know how those bloomin' humans work-

Popol staring.

McFlapp: Well, utitlities and telecommunications shouldn't be bally run like other businesses, wot. Let's just leave it like that. Cardinals and datacons bein' bally chased off their homes, wot! Why, the lovely Olivia was locked up the other bally day for trying t' administer her former customers. That bloomin' Gawkins must be stopped!

P. Humbert: I can't do anything, Your Honor. I, and my position, were but nerds playing fancy dress-up in a lame parodic storybook. We're not true technologists.

McFlapp: (ignoring the unintentional wall breach) Stop committing heresy on your bally self, wot!

P. Humbert: The Governance is pointless, friend! Why do you need pointless administrations, stained glass, odd clothes? It's just another business, really...

Mayor McFlapp jumps on a decorative crosswalk of marble and gestures to the decommissioned PWNtiff Power Plant and its decorative cooling towers.

Music begins...

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McFlapp: Are you kidding?! There's no need to state what it has to be, but tech can't be run without the hallowed See! The hierarchy keeps the clients in line, and who else can wear hats so fine?

P. Humbert: Well, he said that my job was a worthless sin, that he always cringed when I came in, he felt inferior to our regime, but can't help but BAW, he's just a weenie!

Mayor McFlapp: (to audience) You have to admit, Gawkins IS a weenie.

All: Tech can't run without the See, we demand the papacy! The Governance! The Governance!

To be continued...'