The Pomegranate Experience
Saturday, February 5, 2011
The Bad Fiscal Year of Temps & Tiempo Travel, or: Grandpa Safaris May Improve Economic Hardturns
Florentine Usury, Medici Style
"The rate is competitive."
"Two-hundred and fifty-percent interest are far from competitive. It is robbery. There is no other word for it."
Monday, December 6, 2010
The Oleander Test and Other Errors of a Rosy Dystopian Future
TO: High Command
Thursday, November 25, 2010
A Soviet DeLorian
"Something 'of the utmost importance'," he asks with a minor chuckle
"As per usual," The General says, "I require this to remain confidential."
"What does this have to do with anything?"
"Have you seen the movie?"
"Yes," The Scientist admitted, "I saw it with my nephew and niece. We loved it."
"Yes," The General says, "So you know what the movie is about so I don't need to explain anything, which can now lead me too my point."
"Which is what, sir?"
"As you know The Soviet Union is a very closed society. We don't really know what they do and they won't tell us. Quieting fears and suspicions is quite difficult if you don't know exactly what is you're trying to quiet in the first place."
"I don't understand the connection between the USSR and Back to the Future, sir."
"After the White House premiere I was talking to the President personally. As I mentioned before he loved the movie but there was an aspect of it that greatly troubled him."
"What aspect was that sir?"
"You know how we've spent billions of dollars trying to get the Strategic Defense Initiative, a.k.a. Star Wars, going in order to prevent nuclear war from outer space."
"Yes," The Scientist says as he walks to his desk to sit down, "I remember."
"Well what if The Soviets are doing the exact same thing. Except instead of trying to coordinate satellites in space to shoot down ballistics they've done the next best thing."
"What's the next best thing to that?"
"Be able to take out the enemy before he's even created," The General said, "It'll be like The Terminator but with nations, instead of future messianic figures battling robotic Gogs and Magog's. If the USSR had access to a time machine of their own they'd be able to turn the entire world into a member of the Soviet Bloc without a single shot fired. Moscow would be the world capital of the world like Babylon was during the Tower of Babel. And worst of all we wouldn't be able to do anything about it because we'd never even know that time was changed at all. How could we?"
"Are you seriously proposing that the Russians might be building a time machine of their own?"
"Whichever one will allow them to retroactively win The Cold War."
"Hypothetically we're very vulnerable to a breach in the space-time continuum. That is, unless we had a time machine of our own as well. If we had one ourselves we might be able to stop Soviet aggression against causality through a pact of mutually assured destruction. With a DeLorian of our own we could have a deterrent against abusing time travel like we have against full out nuclear war."
"And if we can't produce a DeLorian of our own before they do?"
"Time travel is strictly hypothetical. It can't be done. At least not with a human being. Heck, not even with a dog or the flea biting his neck. Not unless you can go faster than light, which nothing can. The universe seems well adept at preventing time travelers except on the quantum level," suddenly The Scientist realizes something, "Except..."
"Except what?"
"If they could properly manage time dilation."
"Time dilation?"
"Einstein proved that the only constant in the universe is light. That time, like space, varies from place to place, flowing at different rates. If The Soviets could figure out where time was, for lack of a better word, most sensitive to exploitation, perhaps it would be possible to send a time traveler back, one way, provided they survive the journey. However surviving the journey would probably be impossible. It's unlikely that a time traveler would succeed in changing the past to redesign the future."
"So what should I tell President Reagen?"
"General, tell President Mikhail Romanov that if The Japanese were building a time machine we would know about it. He need not worry. The Soviet Oblast of America and the space-time continuum will be fine."
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Egg Whites
"The three eggs in the carton were nothing but egg yolk."
"Exactly," his boss says, "Tragic. I had to settle for a bagel. Do you want to hear something even stranger?"
"What?"
"In keeping with my normal routine I made the usual phone calls and during the chit-chat phase I mentioned the yolk-situation to a few people and they reported experiencing the exact same thing."
"I have other assignments I have to finish."
"They're postponed...indefinitely."
Cassidy called up various bakeries, grocers and restaurants in the tri-county area and talked to their managers. He wanted to find out if they had an egg-white problem. All of them did. While reviewing his notes Cassidy noticed that, in addition to reporting a rapid decline of business during the breakfast hours, all the people he called had purchased eggs that came from the same company. Canta Lopue Poultry and Beef. Cassidy decided to give them a call and see if he can arrange an interview with the owner. The secretary made all the arrangements and was able to pencil Cassidy in for a four o'clock appointment, "just before the boss was set to leave". He was told he would have only ten minutes because the boss is "very busy".
Cassidy arrived at Canta Loupe Poultry and Beef around three thirty. The secretary, who he talked to one the phone, met him and person and offered to give him a tour of the whole facility. Cassidy looking at his watch, noticing it was twenty to four said, "How long will this tour take?"
"About an hour."
"I'll have to take a rain check on the tour."
"Are you sure you wouldn't want to reconsider? It's a wonderful tour."
"I'm sure it is. I'll have to do it some other time."
"Oh," she said, "Come on. It'll only take a couple of minutes."
"You said it would only take an hour. Please tell me where C. Dante Lou Frappe's office is." "Fine." she says after a sigh.
"If you were at liberty what would you say?"
"Please leave sir."
"I wasn't sent to intimidate you."
"If that's true they could have sent someone shorter to give me the 'come back next week' routine. Instead they sent the tallest..."
"...second..."
"...second tallest guy they could find," says Cassidy, "Now I don't want to write an article accusing this company of wrongdoing, perhaps in doing illegal things, but without a comment by Mister Frappe to put this egg white thing into perspective, I really don't have any other choice."
"Fine," says The Tall Man after thinking over Cassidy's threat, "Five minutes."
A few minutes later The Tall Man and Cassidy find themselves in Mister Frappe's office while he's on the phone with a customer, "Yes," he says to the customer, "We're dealing with this irregularity as fast as we can. We're sorry for the inconvenience.......you can rest assured that the rest our meat products and dairy are still of the highest quality.......this egg white problem will quickly be resolved as soon as possible you have my word..." Mister Frappe puts the phone back on the receiver after saying, "have a nice day," but when he says Cassidy in the room he gives The Tall Man a mean look and says, "I thought I told you to tell Mister Rhodes to come back next week."
"He insisted on speaking with you today."
"And I insisted on speaking with him in two weeks."
Cassidy says, "I thought you said a week."
"Mister Rhodes," says Mister Frappe, "Clique as it may sound good help is truly hard to find. You ask them not to let the press in until we have something to tell them, so as not to waste theirs and our time, and they let them in anyway."
"Well seeing how I'm already here why not make the most of it and let me get a quote or two."
"Tenacious, aren't we? Patient you are not it seems."
"I guess so."
"There is no problem that time will not eventually solve."
"Is that your first comment?"
"First and second."
"So this egg white will go away in a couple of days? The egg white problem is being solved as we speak."
"How exactly is the problem being solved? My readers are going to want to know."
"Goodbye Mister Rhodes," then he signals The Tall Man to open the door for Cassidy so he can escort himself out of his office, "Don't let the door hit you on the way out." As Cassidy lets himself out of Mister Frappe's office he says, "This isn't over."
"Yes, Mister Rhodes, it is."
Cassidy Rhodes leaves Mister Frappe's Office. He is now alone in the room with The Tall Man. While standing, near his desk draw, he says, "You have disobeyed me."
"I thought..."
"...you do not think. You are not allowed to."
"I'm sorry. I won't do it again."
"I should have never sent an eggplant to do a cantaloupe's job."
"I'm sorry. I won't fail you again."
"I know." Suddenly Mister Frappe reaches into his desk drawer and pulls out a gun. Before The Tall Man could possibly react he fires it at The Tall Man killing him instantly. The Tall Man's body falls to the ground and transforms into an eggplant with a hole in it. Mister Frappe's goes to the phone and presses a number on its speed dial. "It's Dante. I have a job for you."
Cassidy Rhodes was in his apartment getting a smoothie ready. He had bananas, carrots, chopped up cantaloupes & watermelon, crushed ice and protein powder. He poured all of them into a blender. He was about to turn it on when his phone rings. He answers it. "Hello. Cassidy Rhodes here."
"They're coming for you. Go out the fire escape now while you still have a chance."
"Excuse me?"
"You haven't much time. You have to get out now."
"I think you have the wrong number, sir." Cassidy hangs up and turns on the blender. It's whirring is loud.
Cassidy watches as solid matter quickly turns into liquid, distracted by what appears to be bananas, melon pieces he cut with a large knife on the counter, and carrots turning into slush for no apparent reason (because the blades are moving too fast to be seen). He washes the knife by pouring faucet water over it and drying it with a paper towel. Now Cassidy's about to turn the blender off when he feels something wrap around his throat and press down on it tightly, painfully. He uses his hands to figure out what the object around his neck is. His fingers tell him its a wire of some kind. Probably piano wire. He uses his hand to try and get the wire off his neck. He's able to wedge his hand under the wire to create a buffer between the sharp piano wire and his throat. However the person holding it is starting to apply more strength to his grip on it. Cassidy knows he has very little time now so he makes a desperate move and head butts his attacker with the back of his head. It works. His attacker is disoriented enough that he loosens his hold on him. Cassidy uses this to his advantage by grabbing the container off the blender's motor base. He smacks his attacker over the head with the dense glass container. Before Cassidy could find out what impact this had on his attacker he rushes over to the counter grabs the knife he used to cut the melons with, and stabs his attacker several times. He falls to the ground while Cassidy hovers him with a knife dripping a strange color. Cassidy notices this and is perplexed by the lack of red that would indicate it was blood. As his attacker is dying Cassidy places part of the knife under his nose and smells it. It doesn't smell like blood but he recognizes the smell. He places the tip of the knife on his tongue. "What are you?" he asks his attacker, not believing he just asked the question in the first place. "I'm a patriot," he answers, "A soldier for a cause worth fighting for."
"What cause is that?"
Instead of answering Cassidy's answer he comments on the leftover melon pieces, carrots and bananas on the counter Cassidy didn't put in the smoothie (that is now on the floor next to the container). "They will be avenged," he says, "Skin for skin. Your skin will be ours."
"What?" The tall attacker loses consciousness.
Suddenly someone taps on Cassidy's window from the fire escape. Cassidy lifts up the knife ready to defend himself from another attacker. However this stranger, noticing this from the window, says, "I come in peace. Can I come in?"
"Who are you first?"
"I'm the man who just called you. I guess I called too late."
"He's dead now so I wouldn't worry about it."
"He's not dead."
"What makes you say that?"
"Because he still looks human."
"Looks human?"
Suddenly, the attacker's large nearly seven foot body transforms into a cantaloupe with multiple wounds to its flesh. Cassidy looks at the man still standing in his fire escape and back to the cantaloupe that only a few seconds earlier was human. "What the hell is going on?"
"Can I come in?"
"The windows already opened," he says then mumbles, "I guess that's how he came in."
The Man in the fire escape enters his apartment. "I'm George."
"Cassidy."
"Cassidy from The Colt City Gazette."
"How did you know that?"
"You're not surprised that I know your phone number and your address but you're surprised that I know your name."
"How do you know any of them?"
"I've been watching Canta Loupe Poultry and Beef for a long time. I like to listen to their phone chatter, especially C. Dante Lou Frappe's. They're much more candid on the phone."
"So how do you know where I live?"
"He sent this cantaloupe to kill you."
"Why?"
"You were at his office today. You tell me. Did you give him any reason to want to kill you?"
"No I was just asking about the egg whites."
"I guess he didn't like you snooping around."
"That doesn't explain why he'd want to kill me."
"Mister Frappe's a paranoid man and if you knew what I knew about him you'd understand why."
"What do you know about him?"
"I know that Mister Frappe's name is not Mister Frappe."
"What is it then?"
"No human could pronounce it. Even carrots struggle."
"What is Mister Frappe hiding that he doesn't want me to discover?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"I was just attacked by a man who turned into a cantaloupe after I killed him. I think I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt."
"Okay," says George, "But this might be a little hard to believe."
"Try me," he says as puts the knife he was holding on the nearby counter, "What's their secret?"
"That they don't come from Earth."
"Where do they come from? Venus?"
"No," George says, "They come from the Planet Melo in the Cucurbit Galaxy, next to Aceae."
"Oh."
"I knew you wouldn't believe me. Most people don't."
"I said I was willing to give you the benefit of the doubt. So let me hear it all before I don't doubt you."
"So what do they want? Why are they here on Earth?"
"On the Planet Melo there are many forms of life but the two ones that matter are The Grapefruits and The Cantaloupes. They are the movers and shakers of that world. However they've been at war with each other for thousands of years and so the world of Melo found itself in an uneasy peace because of this stalemate. Most of the cantaloupes and grapefruits have abandoned the desire for war but there are some who will do anything to have it return."
"What does this have to do with me and egg whites?"
"The cantaloupes were not able to beat the grapefruits, because overall, they were not strong enough. And neither are the grapefruits strong enough to overcome the cantaloupes. Like I said, 'stalemate'."
"So why are they here on Earth?"
"The war-mongering cantaloupes have been looking for an edge that would allow them victory once and for all. They found it here on Earth. You see they realized that if they could be many times larger and many smarter than the grapefruits they would be able to destroy them easily. On Melo, such a large scale operation as they are attempting here would not go unnoticed and they know it. However since Earth is outside of our jurisdiction, as it were; too far to be monitored properly they've been able to operate with no impunity."
"What are they doing here?"
"The fruit you just killed is an example."
Cassidy looks at the large cantaloupe on the floor who he knows moments earlier tried to strangle him to death with piano wire. "Do you notice anything about the cantaloupe that's a bit strange?"
"Yeah," Cassidy says, "The fact that he tried to strangle me to death is pretty strange."
"Do you notice anything else?"
"He's honeydew?"
"He's much larger than a normal cantaloupe don't you think?"
"I don't know what the size of a walking, talking cantaloupe is supposed to be."
"Well take my word for it. He's at least five times the size of a normal cantaloupe from Melo."
"How can that be?"
"Egg whites."
"Egg whites?"
"Mister Frappe's goons, of which our friend here was the most exceptional specimen, is one of few that are currently active. But there are many pending. You see C. Dante Lou Frappe is breeding an army of superior cantaloupes, and other loyal races of fruit, to wage a final war on The Grapefruits and they will win if we don't stop them."
"Why do they need all the egg whites in the tri-county area?"
"They're starting with the tri-county area. Next they'll take over the whole state, then the whole country and then they'll take the whole world's supply of Egg Whites in order to fuel Mister Frappe's army. In a couple of weeks, if all goes according to plan, no one on Earth will be able to have a decent omelet; pastry or other baked good ever again. Unless we stop them."
"Why egg whites?"
"Because they're an excellent source of protein."
"And how do you plan to stop them?"
"I have a plan."
An hour or so later Cassidy and George get out of George's car. They are less than a mile away from Canta Loupes Poultry and Beef when George pulls to the shoulder and says, "From here on in we're on foot." He gets out of the car after popping the trunk. Cassidy follows him and finds George retrieving strange weapons from it. "What are those?"
"This here is a fruit bomb," he says while putting them into a small bag for himself and later a small bag for Cassidy, "It release an ultra psionic frequency that only fruit can hear. Anything within a hundred yard radius that hears it will become so disoriented that they'll temporarily lose the ability to hold onto human form."
"For how long?"
"Three minutes."
"Are all the guards fruit?"
"Yes. At this hour every last one of them is. Human labor costs too much and Mister Frappe is a
cheapskate." George hands him a small burlap bag filled with fruit bombs. As he grabs the bag from George's hands he says, "So once these fruit bombs go off what then?"
"Step on them. Eat them. Whatever gets the job done."
Before he closes the trunk he retrieves a pair of head phones, thick kinds that construction workers use especially around jack hammers. He puts them on his ear. Cassidy leans over to the look inside trunk. He finds no spare headphones for himself. Cassidy wants to say something but George slams the trunk closed and says, "Let's move out," before he could mumble the words "Are you..." and trail off to nothingness. Suddenly Cassidy's phone rings and goes to answer it. It's his boss. "How's the story coming along? Will I be able to have a decent omlete for breakfast or do I hope in vain?"
A few minutes later they arrive at Canta Lopue Poultry & Beef at one of the side fences. George sees several guards stationed near the front entrance. Completely diagonal from their current position. He reaches into his burlap bag and pulls out a dumbbell shaped fruit bomb. He twists the top activating green light. Then he throws it like a grenade as far as he can. He ducks but Cassidy doesn't. He didn't realize he had to. A few seconds later a silent, invisible explosion occurs causing all the humanoid guards at the front station to turn into various kinds of vegetables and fruit right before his eyes.
After finishing a mental count of some kind George jumps up in such a way that he immediately lands on the fence after his boost and climbs it very quickly. Cassidy, who is not so acrobatic, climbs up this fence but not as fast George did. Meanwhile George runs to all the guard fruits are currently incapacitated due to disorientation. He grabs a tomato-guard and smashes it between his hands. He rips a celery-guard in half. He steps on a banana-guard after after stepping on a gourd one. Cassidy observes George destroying fruit-guards with tremendous zeal. In a few short seconds he must have taken out at least a dozen.
Suddenly the banana-guard begins to slowly transform back to human form. Whatever spell the fruit-bomb cast was wearing off now. George is to busy destroying the remnant of the fruit-guards to notice that this maimed, though very much alive, banana is turning back into something that could be a threat. When he has a hand again he uses the crude arm he has at moment to try and grab the gun he dropped when he turned back into a banana. This banana-guard aims the gun at the back of George's head. When he knows he has a good shot he pulls the trigger.
The following happened in a matter of seconds. Cassidy notices George standing for a moment. Then George falls to the ground and Cassidy looks around to figure out why. He sees The Banana Guard, currently half-banana, half-man, but quickly becoming the later with every passing second. He is holding a gun that is clearly still pointed in the direction of where George stood. Little bits of smoke is coming out of it. The Banana Guard finally notices Cassidy standing around. The morphing banana guard turns the gun in order to point it at Cassidy. Cassidy notices this reaches into his own burlap bag and retrieve the fruit bomb inside. He grabs it twists the top, causing the light to turn green, and throws it at the Banana Guard who purely reflex catches it. We can tell an "explosion" just occurred because the banana guard turned back into a banana again. Cassidy runs over to the banana picks it up, peels it and eats it. After doing this he rushes over to George's slain body and check his pulse. It's faint...fainter...and faintest till it's completely gone. Cassidy knows George has died because his body transformed back into a grapefruit upon expiration. A minute ago he was standing around squashing his enemies. Now he's a grapefruit standing between the two ears of noise-canceling jack-hammer headphones.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Why Y is a Vowel and a Consonant
I will answer for you this evening one of the greatest riddles ever given to man by pomp and circumstance. The next few paraphrases shall reveal why the letter Y is considered both a consonant and a vowel. But first things first, the future, or present depending on your point of view.
When people learn to read they’re told that every word consists of vowels and consonants. That no word in the English language is nothing but vowels and no word is only consonants. Eventually we figure out the exception to the rule. Usually in Gym glass. We bring this fact to the attention of our teacher who reminds us that the word is actually an abbreviation for the word gymnasium “which we can both tell has not only one vowel but three: ‘A’, ‘I’, ‘U’,” then he or she proceeds to remind you that abbreviations are not words which is why you can’t use them in Scrabble. You try to remind me of the time they used the word scuba in a Scrabble game because this teacher happens to be a family friend and on one occasion you played Scrabble against them. “Scuba’s an acronym for self-contained underwater breathing apparatus”. Aren’t acronyms abbreviations and if Scrabble recognizes scuba as a word why not gym. And if gym is recognized as a word in of itself wouldn’t that mean there’re words without vowels.”
“Well that’s a very good question.” Suddenly he or she jumps up from their chair and tells you there phone rang even though you didn’t hear anything. “Trust me it went off,” and then they leave the room. Oftentimes enough you don’t need to go into the scuba/scrabble example. The word gym being short for gymnasium is more than enough. Your faith in the linguistic dogma of vowels and consonants is once again restored (in fact one could argue it is a little stronger because it survived scrutiny). You go about the rest of the day until you come across another problem with “the dogma”. Usually in music class. While you’re pretending to play the trumpet and resist the urge to tell the tuba player that the tuba is the cymbal of The Brass World, as that is in the percussion, you realize that there is another word without a vowel. But unlike gym it doesn’t come with an easy way out for the teacher. You return to the teacher during his lunch break and ask him, while he’s eating fast food, “What about the word rhythm? It’s got no vowels.” The teacher might answer, “The word rhythm is Greek and short for rythmos, which contains one vowel: an O. Man you’re pretty smart. Have you considered talking to the principal to see if you can skip a grade?”
“No, I haven’t,” you say and just after you decide to leave you realize something while casually glancing at him eating a part of his meal. “What about the word Fry? There’s no vowels there.”
“Yes but ‘fry’ is short for frying.”
“Doesn’t an ‘ing’ at the end of a word only mean it’s the present participle. Wouldn’t that mean that the word the actual word is fry and not just a longer word built from F-R-Y.”
“That is a very intelligent question but my phone is ringing. I must see to it before I can see to you.”
“I see it on the desk, charging. It’s not doing anything…but charging, I guess.”
“So it is,” he says, “Very perspective of you to notice that. Like I was saying if you should talk to the principal I could put in a very good letter of recommendation. In fact if we talk to the principal or the superintendent today I’m sure we could get you into the fourth grade first thing in the morning.”
“Today’s Friday. That would make tomorrow Saturday. Wouldn’t school be closed?”
“You know how they say there’s time better than now. Well I happen to think that starting tomorrow is highly underated.”
The kid, realizing something right there and then says, “Are you just saying this stuff tom avoid answering my questions?”
“Avoid your question? I would never dream of it. So how about we talk to the principal about getting in the fourth grade right nowish.”
“Yeah we can but can we just answer my question.”
“Fine,” he says while chewing on a fry and sipping his soda, “I’ll answer your question. Sometimes Y can be a vowel to.”
“But what about the word ‘you’. If ‘Y’s’ a vowel that means that with the word ‘you’ is a word that has no consents and I learned in class that every word has a consonant in it too.”
“Well in the case of ‘you’ and words like it y is a consonant too. In fact it’s more a vowel than a consonant than a vowel but it’s a both regardless.”
“Why?”
This was an answer the teacher did not have for the pupil. But I do. Now we travel to the past, or the future, depending on your point of view, to find the answer. In the year 2067 a series of government documents were declassified. This in itself would not be particularly important if not for one little fact. Unfortunately copies of these declassified documents found there ways into the hands of a very clever Elf named Randy who used his magical powers to break into one of the leading archives in this future word, which to him is the present and then used his power to send himself several decades into the past. He gave these documents to several of his contacts in the past, bloggers mostly. One blogger named Opium Android posted the following paraphrase of the documents contents. Because of the actions of one renegade elf from the future with way too many powers and the assistance of his associates we can finally know why Y is both a vowel and a consonant. Here is the story:
It happened sometime in the 1950s. A teacher was teaching her students about vowels. On the previous day a student was eating French fries during lunch, trying to ignore a stomach cramp while playing the saxophone in 6th period and visiting his grandparent’s grave after school, where the groundskeeper of the cemetery, a stranger to this kid, for no apparent reason says to him, while he's mourning, “It should have been you.” This student’s mother tries to assault him with her purse but the groundskeeper is able to run away as fast as his feet will carry him. It was while recollecting these otherwise obscure events of yesterday when he realized something. “FRY. RHYTHM. CRYPT. These words don’t have vowels in them.” He raises his hand and when the teacher calls on him she soon regrets her decision when her student says, “Umm. What about the words fry, rhythm and crypt. They don’t have any vowels in them. They’re all consonants.”
On the spot she improvises an explanation that the whole class quickly realizes is false and something made up on the spot. When five consecutive students each ask her progressively harder questions for her to answer she uses her mouth to fake the sound of an alarm going off and says, “Well that’s the bell. You better get to your next class.” One of the students reminds her that “we still have twenty-seven minutes left”. Suddenly the teacher says, “Oh my god. It’s a fire alarm. We better go outside because this might not be a drill.” She quickly runs out of the classroom and towards the faculty room to hide. She hides there for a moment, assuming she’s alone, until a few of the teachers call out, “Mrs. Walter. What are you doing?”“Hiding.”
“From what? Why would you be hiding?”
“One of the students asked me about the grammatical rule of words always containing vowels and consnants. He brought up the words Fry, Rhythm and Crypt.”
“My lord,” one of the teachers said, “Well it was wise for you to leave the students alone and come here without saying a word. That was thinking.”
“Actually I did say something.”
“What? The fire alarm business, right.”
“Before then.”
“What could you have possibly said before then?”
“I said the whole vowel, consonant thing was because of something Aristotle said.”
“Something Aristotle said. You foolish strumpet do you know what you’ve done. You’ve just opened a modern day’s Pandora’s box but unlike that one ours doesn’t contain hope. We are done for. The very fabric of our reality shall now come undone when it was locked into irreconcilable paradox and causality contradicts reality so much that it negates it. You have doomed us all.”
“In my defense, what was I supposed to do? What was I supposed to say?"”
“You were supposed to give them all detention and perpetuate the myth of a permanent record should inquire any further into a question you cannot answer. Of course you don’t tell them the part about not being able to answer their question but you still threaten them with reprimand none-the-less. Now in your sloppy discipline you have doomed us all,” then he monologues, “You foolish, foolish girl straight out of university. It was certainly a dangerous thing for the superintendent to believe that maybe women could teach English to students instead of just home economics and art with a component of crafts. This is what happens when school districts elect eye candy for teachers over educators. If this vowel business is brought up at the next PTA meeting we are done for”
Another teacher cries out in despair, “What will we do? I don’t want the universe to unravel. I like the universe. It’s where I keep all my stuff.”
A different teacher says, “I don’t think reality itself will come undone but certainly the education system, through endless reforms that will take the soul out of its body and reduce its limbs to hunks of liability, will. In addition to demanding our resurrections they will probably ask us to die in the manner of Bushido, or perhaps we may spare ourselves of this and allow us to elect to drink Hemlock instead. That is if we found ourselves among a compassionate jury of course,” he turns to the woman teacher and says, “Aristotle, really? What were you thinking?”
The last teacher of the bunch to reveal their opinion says, “I recommend we find new professions before all of this hits the fan. I myself have always secretly desired to become a long shoresman working in Alaska or perhaps I could just as easily relocate myself to Massachusetts and Maine and become a sailor there just as easily there as in Juneau or Seattle."
“Our hope is lost,” said the first teacher to be upset, “We will soon be seen as disposable and possibly replaced by a computer one day. You may laugh now but one day we will be replaced by machines. Machines that are capable of teaching our children about consonants and vowels and punctuation; the functions of conjunctions and all manner of grammatical relevance. I feel that all hope must now be abandoned at the entrance of our own inferno, Dante style, in the most unfunny comedy ever written.”
“Perhaps all is not lost,” one of them says, “I have a friend who has connections to powerful people. Connections so close to the president that they could scratch his nose for him. I will give him a call.”.
“Pray that he answers or else may God have mercy on us all.”
Later that day the teacher called his friend in Washington. The friend in Washington ran from one end of The White House to the other until he found his way in The Oval Office while President Eisenhower was meeting with a trusted advisor for a daily brief. The President noticed this man’s apparent shortness of breath and asked him about it. This was the answer he gave, “Mister President I have news for you that is of the utmost importance.”
“Does it have something to do with the commies.”
“It’s bigger than that, sir.”
“What could be bigger than that?”
He explains the situation to President Eisenhower, who after his jaw drops in disbelief says, “My god. I’ll put my best men on it. We will not let any resource this country has at its disposal go unused. If we must incur Armageddon just to discover a solution to this problem than I would say that Armageddon under such circumstances would be most welcome.”
A few days later after the President consulted his top advisers including a new one named Randy who was “vertically challenged” and had pointy ears. It was he, the time traveling elf who released declassified documents from the future into a time when they were still classified who recommended the following solution. “They say you can’t have your cake and eat it too. You know what I say: Why have one cook when you can have two? If you got two cakes there’re no problems with having or eating. You can do both. I say we do that for the letter Y. I say we call it both a vowel and a consonant. Problem solved.”
One of the president’s advisors says, “He might be short and possibly evil, imbued with Satanic powers, but he does have a very good suggestion.”
“So it’s settled,” President Eisenhower, “From here on in Y is both a vowel and a consonant. This way all problems are resolved. Get the news out through the usual channels. Let this news leak like no news has ever leaked before.”
“Yes, Mister President,” said Randy the Elf, “we’ll get right on it.” Then he walked out of The Oval Office, into the hallway and teleported himself into the future to give a series of declassified documents to a blogger named Opium Android.