Friday, August 28, 2015

Neocheating, an Underfable



          Neocheating

          Once upon a time, Robin Hood wearied of petty philanthropic banditry. Too small and too risky; he wanted something both grander and safer. He decided to Neocheat.
So one dark night he and his Merry Men broke into the Sheriff’s treasury and stripped it bare. Then they snuck into Nottingham and pushed money under every peasant’s front door, keeping none for themselves.
          The Sheriff was furious when he saw where all his money had gone, but he didn’t know whom to behead. Certainly none of the peasants; they didn’t do the deed, they’d soon lose that money anyhow, and the Sheriff needed them alive to exploit. He suspected Robin Hood, but also a dozen other political rivals; so he seethed and he did nothing but wait for the money’s inevitable return to the top.
          But during that money’s inevitable rise, it changed hands many times; and each exchange was for a trade; and each trade made Nottingham wealthier. During that economic boom, Robin Hood dealt shrewdly but fairly with the people, and so made an honest fortune.
 He was never accused of any crime, nor ever caught or punished.

          Moral: The most sublime act is to set another before you.

          Comment: The Moral is from William Blake's “Proverbs of Hell”. There it sounds conventional, but here it describes an untraceable scam.

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Monopolist’s Philanthropy, an Underfable



        Monopolist’s Philanthropy


          Once upon a time, John D. Rockefeller declared war on the hookworms of Panama. He sent doctors and medicines to his workers there; they soon eradicated the hemophagic parasites.
          Rockefeller then declared war on the vampires of Transylvania. He sent crosses and garlic and wooden stakes to his workers there; they soon dispatched the undead bloodsuckers.
As a result, Rockefeller’s workers in Panama and Transylvania had less anemia than before, and therefore were healthier, and could work more hours, and harder during those hours, for the same pay.


          Moral: Don’t suck blood; Rockefeller hates competition.


          Comment: In historical fact, Rockefeller did go after the hookworms, and for the reason stated; he didn’t want to share. He didn’t target vampires... but he would have.

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

The Honest Preacher, an Underfable



      The Honest Preacher

          Once upon a time, there was a Preacher so honest that he preached:
          “This scripture is a work of fiction. All persons, places and events described in this revelation are imaginary; any resemblance to real persons, places or events is purely coincidental. Doubt this credo!”
          “Don’t believe just because you saw a picture, or read a book, or heard a song. Don’t believe anything just because it’s comforting or flattering or convenient or exciting. Nor should you believe because someone preaches vehemently. Preachment is not proof, and vehemence is not evidence! Believe only what you have tested out yourself, and found to be good, both for yourself and for others.”
          “I believe in reality. I believe that things are what they are, and they are not what they are not. I believe that no is not yes, and lies are not truth, and war is not peace, and slavery is not freedom. I believe that rivers run downhill, and that you can’t unscramble an egg. I believe that there is no benevolent tyrant, and no sure bet, and no free lunch.”
          “I believe that two plus two is four. Not five, not even if you bribe me; nor three, not even if you threaten me. It’s four, no more, no less.”
          The congregation cheered at the Preacher’s honesty; and they filled his collection plate; and they made his preachment their credo.
And if you believe that, then you will believe anything.

          Moral: May the believer beware.

          Comment: Absurd! When has preaching doubt ever made money?