"Blue?" she asked. "We should be celebrating all the colours of the RainbowNation today, not just blue!"
Bob shrugged. "Tell that to Stephen!" he said. "He gets to decide what colour we shoudl be. Yesterday he made Gerrit eat all his carrots so he could beorange, like Tony."
"Yes, he looked a bit like the Oros man there for a while," conceded Keitu. "And vitamin A is fat soluble too, so an overdose can have nasty complications!"
"Power corrupts," mumbled Bob. "It's part of the package."
"Hmmm...." mused Keitu. "That might explain something...."
Bob looked up, intrigued. "What?" he asked.
"Well, the background is white, and the plebs are blue and the oligarchs orange. Does that sound at all familiar?"
"Oranje, blanje, blaauw!" Bob sat bolt upright. "Do you think there's a political agenda?"
"Well, it started with the new blogspot colour scheme," Keitu reminded him. "There's a distinct pattern emerging."
Bob looked horrorstruck. "A pattern!" he gasped. "You may be right. Let's just hope it isn't.... paisley!"
cross-posted from e/merge2008 blog