Oh, Father. You’re So Wrong.
Let me explain.
Life, which you so nobly serve, comes from destruction, disorder and chaos. Now take this empty glass. Here it is: peaceful, serene, boring. But if it is destroyed.
Look at all these little things! So busy now! Notice how each one is useful. A lovely ballet ensues, so full of form and color. Now, think about all those people that created them. Technicians, engineers, hundreds of people, who will be able to feed their children tonight, so those children can grow up big and strong and have little teeny children of their own, and so on and so forth. Thus, adding to the great chain of life. You see, father, by causing a little destruction, I am in fact encouraging life. In reality, you and I are in the same business.
mmmmmmm…cheeeekin gooood.
Comment by irish_cavalry on November 11, 2009 at 12:49 pm
Where’s the robot to pat your back?
Comment by Apollo on November 11, 2009 at 2:06 pm
That’s a perfect example of the Broken Window Fallacy.
Are you classified as human?
Negative, I am a meat popsicle.
We’re sending somebody in to negotiate!
Anybody else want to negotiate?
Wh-where did he learn to n-negotiate like that?
I wonder.
Mr. President, Mr. President, any idea when you gonna be getting to the point?
Comment by POWinCA on November 11, 2009 at 6:29 pm
There, you see how all your so-called power counts for absolutely nothing? How your entire empire of destruction comes… crashing down. All because of one little… cherry.
Comment by Miranda on November 11, 2009 at 9:21 pm
You saved my life, and in return, I’ll spare yours… for now.
Comment by Nicki on November 12, 2009 at 1:55 pm