MAYBE one day powerless humans will stop fighting and trying to gain power over each other and realize the only real reason we hate each other is because we’re afraid to lose power over ourselves.
MAYBE eventually we’ll understand that the problem isn’t with other powerless people.
It will always be those who currently have power over us.
They’re the ones deciding our laws and as such our lives and will happily and periodically take a “side” in these pointless battles to keep the tensions between us flaring.
I’ve seen plenty of people saying this…
MAYBE one day the rabid populace will notice.
In America, a stranger will rename you in a single breath, and you are simply expected to come when called.
I went to eat at a busy restaurant. A young man at the front asked for my name, to mark my place in line. I gave it the weight it has carried for eight hundred years.
"Nobunaga."
He smiled, nodded, and wrote it down with great confidence. Then he read it back to me, to be sure he had honored it correctly.
"Perfect. Banana, party of one."
Banana. He had heard my name, held it a moment, and returned to me something rounder and more cheerful. To refuse the name a host gives is to refuse his welcome. I bowed. I was Banana now.
Then he handed me a small black disc, said it would "light up and buzz" when my table was ready, and turned to the next guest as though he had not just placed a living thing in my hands.
I held it in both palms, the way one holds a small sleeping beast that may wake. I found a place to stand. I waited, ready.
It woke.
It screamed. It flashed red. It leapt and shook in my hands like a captured spirit demanding release. A lesser man would have dropped it. I did not. I gripped it, steady, looked into its blinking lights, and told it, in a low voice, that its time had come. Then I carried it back to the host with both hands, the way one returns a hawk to its master.
He took it without looking and shouted across the entire room.
"BANANA! Party of one, your table's ready!"
A hundred strangers turned. I rose. I crossed that floor as Banana, spine straight, chin level, a man answering to his name. A child pointed at me. I gave the child a small bow. He had recognized me.
All through the meal they kept me. "How's it tasting, Banana?" "More water, Banana?" The check, when it came, said Banana, and thanked me for visiting. By the end the whole staff knew me. They waved as I left. "Night, Banana!"
So tell me honestly.
For eight hundred years my clan answered to one name. Tonight I answered to a fruit, calmed a screaming relic in my bare hands, and ate among people who were glad I came.
When the little disc lights up, is the table truly mine, or am I only keeping it warm for the next Banana?
Because I have already decided to return on Friday, and to ask, very humbly, for the same disc.
@SanviSharm49500@RuminateRonin@selene_silv Nope. Plato popularized the republic 2400 years ago in direct opposition to the Greek democracy that had just murdered his mentor and father figure, Socrates.
Democracy is mob rule (as you’ve just alluded to)
Hence why we are a republic. Because democracy sucks.
@SinnamonR0llz I really like Kevin’s take though. He is adamant that if someone doesn’t like that type of humor, then they should just not listen to it. Which is the correct response to this “controversy”.
@GoingParabolic I can’t believe this shit has gone mainstream. Aliens exist, it’s extremely unlikely that they are or even can visit us. This is just a hubristic belief system.
@adje__ It’s called pain compliance. It’s the only way to get him properly detained. Are you suggesting they just sit there until he gets bored and gives up?