i slowly took off my shoes today after coming home from a long day at work (local coal powerplant), cautiously awating the deadly fumes of my two fungating feet to reach my nose hairs. Much too much to my surprise, instead of passing out the way i usually do everyday, my mind was preoccupied with a sight of alternative horror (illustration 1).
standing there, he noticed that his socks were of 2 different shades of blue. Now, what reasons brought about this erraneous mishap (pronounced mis-hap not mish-ap). "Irrelevant", he thought. The actual question flying around his brain like a penguin was whether twas the light blue sock that was intruding on a day when he should be wearing dark blue socks, or was it the dark blue sock intrusion?
let me give you an example.
we have a baker. not your average fat, sweaty droplet faced french guy, but a thin cambodian kind. the kind that would happily make a stew out of his grandma for 5 bucks. anyway, let's say he poisoned some of his german sour bread for some unknown reason. Now lets say that in the middle of the cold night, another guy (chinese, medium build, hairy back) breaks into the bakery and steals the poisoned german sour bread and goes home and gives it to his adopted black children. they all die before dawn. now this chinese guy goes to the local judge and files a law suit against the baker for killing his children. but the judge can't rule in favor of the chinese fellar becuase it was he who stole the bread in the first place (light blue sock vs. dark blue sock).
standing there, he noticed that his socks were of 2 different shades of blue. Now, what reasons brought about this erraneous mishap (pronounced mis-hap not mish-ap). "Irrelevant", he thought. The actual question flying around his brain like a penguin was whether twas the light blue sock that was intruding on a day when he should be wearing dark blue socks, or was it the dark blue sock intrusion?
let me give you an example.
we have a baker. not your average fat, sweaty droplet faced french guy, but a thin cambodian kind. the kind that would happily make a stew out of his grandma for 5 bucks. anyway, let's say he poisoned some of his german sour bread for some unknown reason. Now lets say that in the middle of the cold night, another guy (chinese, medium build, hairy back) breaks into the bakery and steals the poisoned german sour bread and goes home and gives it to his adopted black children. they all die before dawn. now this chinese guy goes to the local judge and files a law suit against the baker for killing his children. but the judge can't rule in favor of the chinese fellar becuase it was he who stole the bread in the first place (light blue sock vs. dark blue sock).
So who's to blame, the asian or the yellow skin? maybe we ought to blame the children, for if it was not for them, no bread would have been stolen. or maybe the judge should blame society for putting the baker under such tough circumstances, which lead to his poison infusion.. or maybe society ought to blame the judge for blaming them. Blame, blam, bla, blah, blah, blah.
you see my friends, we have reached the hairy pit fall stain just about now. in today's world of endless attempts at pan-conflict resolution , no one has really stopped and thought about the possibility of null sided outcomes. why does someone always have to be wrong. what if no one's wring. what it i was supposed to put on orange socks that day and both blue socks are intruders. maybe the result of this problem is as simple as the micrsoft windows calculator puts it: "1/0=cannot divide by zero".
maybe, i shouldn't have worn any socks at all. perhaps i should have placed my moist toes in those leather shoes all day, and allowed that fungus the accumulate and grow and grow and slowly ferment on my interdigital spaces until they bleed ooze. smooze. and then i should probably amputate both my stenchy little moldy feet. then, and only then, will i no longer need to ponder about whether its a light blue or dark blue sock day.
you see my friends, we have reached the hairy pit fall stain just about now. in today's world of endless attempts at pan-conflict resolution , no one has really stopped and thought about the possibility of null sided outcomes. why does someone always have to be wrong. what if no one's wring. what it i was supposed to put on orange socks that day and both blue socks are intruders. maybe the result of this problem is as simple as the micrsoft windows calculator puts it: "1/0=cannot divide by zero".
maybe, i shouldn't have worn any socks at all. perhaps i should have placed my moist toes in those leather shoes all day, and allowed that fungus the accumulate and grow and grow and slowly ferment on my interdigital spaces until they bleed ooze. smooze. and then i should probably amputate both my stenchy little moldy feet. then, and only then, will i no longer need to ponder about whether its a light blue or dark blue sock day.
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