Wednesday, December 14, 2005
The Boss
WHO’S THE BOSS?
Soon after humans first appeared on Earth, the parts of the Body began to argue over who should be the Boss.
The Brain argued that, of course, it should be Boss, because it exercised control over all aspects of the human’s behaviour.
The Eyes claimed that they should be Boss, because they showed the human being what was happening in the world around.
The Mouth asserted that it should be Boss, because it took in the fuel which allowed the human to function.
And so on … and so on – each organ had its arguments as to why IT should be Boss.
Now the Arsehole just sat there quietly and listened to how the other parts of the Body argued.
For days the argument raged, and every time the poor Arsehole tried to speak, the others ignored it, or shouted it down.
So the Arsehole closed up!
After a few days the Brain began to feel dizzy, the Eyes to get foggy, and the mouth to go dry. Soon every part of the Body began to shut down, and the human began to die.
So all the parts of the Body relented and agreed that the Arsehole should be Boss!
The Moral of this Story?
You don’t have to be anything special to be a boss … just an arsehole!
Soon after humans first appeared on Earth, the parts of the Body began to argue over who should be the Boss.
The Brain argued that, of course, it should be Boss, because it exercised control over all aspects of the human’s behaviour.
The Eyes claimed that they should be Boss, because they showed the human being what was happening in the world around.
The Mouth asserted that it should be Boss, because it took in the fuel which allowed the human to function.
And so on … and so on – each organ had its arguments as to why IT should be Boss.
Now the Arsehole just sat there quietly and listened to how the other parts of the Body argued.
For days the argument raged, and every time the poor Arsehole tried to speak, the others ignored it, or shouted it down.
So the Arsehole closed up!
After a few days the Brain began to feel dizzy, the Eyes to get foggy, and the mouth to go dry. Soon every part of the Body began to shut down, and the human began to die.
So all the parts of the Body relented and agreed that the Arsehole should be Boss!
The Moral of this Story?
You don’t have to be anything special to be a boss … just an arsehole!
Charity
[I was prompted to write this by a phone asking me to donate to what I consider a worthy cause - the Epilepsy Foundation - wherein I was told that my donation would be tax-deductible. Are there really people so mean that they will only donate if they can somehow claw the money back? Apparently - this is the Aussie way, mate!]
I cannot help a wry smile when I hear how people are inveigled into donating to charities by the promise of yet another tax deduction. Surely the purpose of charity is to give ungrudgingly and without the expectation of reward.
Mind you, I imagine the Business Council of Australia and the ACT Chamber of Commerce heartily approve of tax-deductibility for donations. After all it teaches the kiddies two important principles of capitalism — firstly, that no-one ever invests without the hope of a return, and secondly, that there’s no such thing as a free lunch, even for “crips” and “loonies,” much less for “drinking, smoking, gambling and dole-bludging single mums!”
