| A Thesis on FecesIt all started at the dinner table. Like all conversations held around
the arena of consumable deliciousness, the topics bounced back and
forth, mimicking one of the latest Wimbledon tennis matches. Our dinner
guest, a family friend and pathologist, provided talk among the grown
ups while the children simply moved their head from speaker to speaker
trying to understand what the adults were talking about.
The
father served a quote from Israeli politics, stating that the land was
not built in the right place. This was answered by tangential remarks
of displacement of people as a whole. Their movements and refuge
seeking exploits were of high importance to the mother of the
household, herself an Israeli national.
As the food
disappeared from serving plates and into no longer empty stomachs, the
topic of the government once again surfaced. Those around the table
agreed that the current situation was futile and, "well it all looks
like it's going to the shits."
As all conversations go, this
injected another interesting tangent in the discussion, one more
favored than the previous by the pathologist: the human body. It was
weird how it all made sense. The governmental situation could be
related, without excessive thought, to the mildly complex process of
digestion.
The food we eat, the raw materials for energy, can
be related to the people of a nation. where the general population
would be the consumer and the government, usually elected by the
people, would be the raw food being consumed. of course, one could
argue the exact opposite, stating that it is the government 'shopping'
for votes by pleasing its constituents, but the previous notion was
what was seen around the table that late summer evening.
As
the government does its doing, the population digests its actions,
collecting the nutrients from decisions of parliament and living off
the actions of the powers that be. each person breaks down what they
need, or don't need, and uses it to their benefits. Tax cuts are an
example of that.
All that said, however, sometimes parasites
and other 'nasties' are embedded in the food making the consumer sick.
This is not different with the government. Elevated parking tickets,
excessive water bills, curfews from the streets, these are all examples
of the hidden rotten qualities of any governing body.
As the
youngest child picked up a leaf of lettuce with her fork, the
discussion of parasites evolved into the fecal category. now, all but
one of the family had caught on to the topic and, in essence, sunk
their own little hooks into the lower intestine of the subject and hung
on, extracting the nutrients of knowledge of the dinner table talk.
The oldest son, now turning eighteen, reeled within his head the ideas
on the topic at hand. "A thesis on feces," he thought, he knew he was
on to something.
It seemed true, and the idea held. It's weird how
dinner time discussions had that quality. The rest of the family tried
reluctantly at first to comprehend this notion, but they soon followed
along, relishing in its abject nature:
No matter what kind of
person one was, be they a member of the government, a worker, or simply
a regular member of society. They could easily be classified by a type
of feces: there are the runny ones, slipping about their world of
deceit and feelings of great unrest; there are hard but small ones,
arriving into this world as chunky little clumps resembling deer
refuse, persistent to stay the course of their choosing, but crumbling
and gathering at the bottom of the bowl of their existence; and then
there were those resembling logs. These self righteous bastards just
sit and hover in their world. They roll around and expect a great
doting by envious members of the other kinds. These are the ones that
run banks, own large discount shopping centers, and of course, run the
government.
The theory tumbled along the table with the usual fervor and excitement that taboo topics received.
Until sadly, the pathologist excused himself to go to the bathroom. |
