Will Debate For
Food
by Rick Tornello
In a small
college town, famous for its science teachers,
and gourmet food they had a tradition where by
anyone could stay for the night and get a free
meal, if they could win a debate with one of the
students there. Who ever lost not only had to pay
for his meal and lodging as well as everyone
there, and agree to clean the latrines too.
Within this
group of elite science students were two brothers.
The elder senior brother was extremely bright and
was usually tasked when any scientist of great
repute came to take up the challenge. The younger
brother was another story, but since he was a bit
dim and had lost an eye in a motorcycle accident,
he was allowed to stay. He was never allowed to
debate.
One evening a
great scholar came guessing that he could beat
any one there. The elder brother was tired and
suggested his younger brother debate the newcomer.
“Since he is challenging us, we have the
right to choose the method and subject. I suggest
you debate him in silence.”
His brother
nodded his approval and went to meet the scholar.
A bit later
the scholar came to the senior brother and said,
“I lost to a better mind than mine. I will
accept the rules. Where do I begin?”
The senior
brother pointed but asked, “First, what
happened?”
The scholar
replied, “ I held up one finger indicating
the existence of a single universe. He held up
two fingers reminding me that there are positive
and negative aspects to all things. I then held
up three fingers agreeing to both ideas where
upon he made a fist and shook it in my face
letting me know that the universe was really
irreducibly made up of multiverses beyond our
comprehension and not three different things. He
won and now I must fulfill my part of the bargain.”
The scholar
left only to be followed in later by the younger
brother. He was fuming and growled, “Wait
until I get my hands on that idiot. I’ll
knock his teeth out.”
His brother
was a bit confused and asked, “Just what
happened?”
“He
agreed to a silent debate and then stuck one
finger in my face making fun of the fact that I
had one eye. Attempting to be polite, I showed
two fingers letting him know he was lucky to have
both, where upon he raised three fingers in that
salute we know as read between the lines stupid.
He was indicating there are only three eyes
between us and I was an idiot. I shoved my fist
in his face indicating I was going to kick his
butt. But he got up and ran away. That ended it,
that SOB.”
By,
RdotTornello© 2018 & the Village idiot Press
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