The Board of Directors of the SCA, known as the BoD, went through a time of megalomania in 1994, beginning with their threats to ban non-members from all SCA events, and culminating in their resignation and/or impeachment and a newer, friendlier, more accountable BoD taking their place, to everyone’s immense relief. This is to the tune of God Shuffled His Feet, by The Crash Test Dummies.
[mid-1994]
After thirty years,
they got quite scared,
so BoD said,
“Let us calm our fears,
make some new rules,
to cover our heads.”
They gathered up
some lawyers from outside,
created edicts
and sat back for the ride.
The people read their mail,
once it got there,
and asked them questions
like, “Can we get to read
all your records
of the problems?
And if my name
got taken off your roll,
would I be still allowed
to get in past the troll?”
BoD shuffled their books
and ran around
in fright.
The people reached for swords
and made their plans
to fight.
So BoD said,
“What if there’s a boy
who picks up
a feast knife?
“To him, it is a toy
till he falls down,
risking his life!
“We thought of how
his friends would come to sue.
Would we have enough
to see a lawsuit through?”
BoD shuffled their books
and ran around
in fright.
The people reached for swords
and made their plans
to fight.
The people stood staring
in every kingdom,
every shire.
But BoD kept screaming,
till someone asked them,
“Where’s the fire?
“Not quite sure,
the reason for the fuss.
Are we on LA Law
or aren’t you one of us?”
BoD shuffled their books
and ran around
in fright.
The people reached for swords
and made their plans
to fight.