- Sun Feb 20, 2022 4:39 pm
#105
Around two thousand years ago in a Greek city called Corinth, a certain apostle of a Nazarene Jewish sect, named Paul, formerly known as Saul, was writing to one of its budding communities located in a city called Thessaloniki to the north. It was his second letter to the followers of Christ, and he wanted to emphasize a couple of points. The first was that he wanted to quash all "fake news" circulating in that community; of rumors stating that the "end" was near and that the big boss was imminently coming to town for the final performance review. He wanted to emphasize that the chess pieces were not quite ready for check mate yet, and that there was still a lot of work to be done to get there. The second point he wanted to make was that everyone needed to be productive and to do the work that needed to be done - including menial things to ensure that each person had earned their keep. Here he used a popular Jewish proverb to drive home the message to the loafers. "If anyone is not willing to work, let him not eat". Whether his letter was effective in helping the Thessaloniki Christians to make the difficult choice between calls to charity and that of practical resource management, his administrative memo made a profound impact on the readers of his penning for generations to come.
One of those impactful consequences of Paul's letter was that of forming the opinion of a certain socialist politician named Lenin in the early 20th century. Comrade Ulyanov used the phrase as a form of validation on the right of his political power and to galvanize the legitimacy of his political party's direction. The impression was so stark that he even quoted it in his constitution; And his protege, "Mr. Steel" used it as an instrument of reward and punishment; inflicting unimaginable misery and division on his beloved "comrades" and "families". One can only hope that the Thessaloniki Christians fared better in their consideration of the famous proverb. Starving your family members because they do not want to wash the dishes is an inane philosophy to live by, let alone to base an entire nation's code of law upon.
"Please, sir, I want some more", pleaded the little blond boy with a touch of lisp in his trembling voice. "Your money's no good here, brother! You haven't sufficiently reached your quota!" *Whip crrack*! *Tazer Zzapp*! *A sharp boot and a PaddyWHACK!* And the little boy lay twisted on the floor, and he wished for a world where he could eat as much soup as he wanted; A world where the bad men and women were only allowed one portion each. A world of bouillon totalitarian rule of the righteous, symbolized by the kitchen's bowl and the worker's spoon. He swore that day that there will only be peace when all the little boys and girls could have seconds. And he dreamt of a not so distant future where his private army of spooners goose-stepped across the globe and he himself lead his people to a glorious victory over all who dared to withhold their ladles. All hail Oliver! Long live the Planetary Economical Eatery (PEE)! A thousand years of peaceful spooning for all!
Thankfully the little boy was only daydreaming, and his desire for a perfect world of authoritarian rule by his cadre of superclass yes-men was only a fantasy. Oliver quickly realized that the desire for centralized control over every aspect of human activity was not a sign of a healthy mind, and he promptly got up off of the floor and swore that he would never turn into one of them. Instead the child decided then and there that when he grew up, he would open his own kitchen and sell soup at a reasonable price, without requiring any social quotas and without any prejudices. There was no way he would ever have anyone yell out, "No soup for you!", at his privately owned business. He would be his own boss, and he would sell his soup to anyone who wanted it - including the nameless oppressors and their power deranged sycophants. But how was he to do this? What kind of an environment was Oliver going to need to succeed? Can we help this well motivated child to achieve his dream and that of billions just like him around the world?
One of those impactful consequences of Paul's letter was that of forming the opinion of a certain socialist politician named Lenin in the early 20th century. Comrade Ulyanov used the phrase as a form of validation on the right of his political power and to galvanize the legitimacy of his political party's direction. The impression was so stark that he even quoted it in his constitution; And his protege, "Mr. Steel" used it as an instrument of reward and punishment; inflicting unimaginable misery and division on his beloved "comrades" and "families". One can only hope that the Thessaloniki Christians fared better in their consideration of the famous proverb. Starving your family members because they do not want to wash the dishes is an inane philosophy to live by, let alone to base an entire nation's code of law upon.
"Please, sir, I want some more", pleaded the little blond boy with a touch of lisp in his trembling voice. "Your money's no good here, brother! You haven't sufficiently reached your quota!" *Whip crrack*! *Tazer Zzapp*! *A sharp boot and a PaddyWHACK!* And the little boy lay twisted on the floor, and he wished for a world where he could eat as much soup as he wanted; A world where the bad men and women were only allowed one portion each. A world of bouillon totalitarian rule of the righteous, symbolized by the kitchen's bowl and the worker's spoon. He swore that day that there will only be peace when all the little boys and girls could have seconds. And he dreamt of a not so distant future where his private army of spooners goose-stepped across the globe and he himself lead his people to a glorious victory over all who dared to withhold their ladles. All hail Oliver! Long live the Planetary Economical Eatery (PEE)! A thousand years of peaceful spooning for all!
Thankfully the little boy was only daydreaming, and his desire for a perfect world of authoritarian rule by his cadre of superclass yes-men was only a fantasy. Oliver quickly realized that the desire for centralized control over every aspect of human activity was not a sign of a healthy mind, and he promptly got up off of the floor and swore that he would never turn into one of them. Instead the child decided then and there that when he grew up, he would open his own kitchen and sell soup at a reasonable price, without requiring any social quotas and without any prejudices. There was no way he would ever have anyone yell out, "No soup for you!", at his privately owned business. He would be his own boss, and he would sell his soup to anyone who wanted it - including the nameless oppressors and their power deranged sycophants. But how was he to do this? What kind of an environment was Oliver going to need to succeed? Can we help this well motivated child to achieve his dream and that of billions just like him around the world?
We must cultivate our garden