If I promise to choose your height group, would you vote for me?
Say your name. Say it out loud. Repeat it and ask yourself: Is there another human being with my name, my mind, thinking these thoughts and reading these words?
Go look in the mirror. Where do you land on the spectrum from tall to short? Whatever your height is, that is the best means of defining yourself. If you’re short, you must agree with short people. If you’re tall, you must not speak on matters held in importance by short people—unless your opinions align. Together, and only determined by the linear distance between your feet and your head, you will stand strong and adopt one battle-cry, one common theme that must be held by all, for all, upon pain of wherever the wind blows—just as long as fifty-one percent (of short people) should so deem just.
Is there another human being with my name, my mind, thinking these thoughts and reading these words?
What if I were to look you dead in the eye, smile big and wide, and with a wink say to you, “Trust ME; I know how you should live your life better than you do. You will make bad decisions without my intervention, and only I have your best interest at heart”? You’ve never met me, and even if you had, you would tell me I’m full of it. You’d tell me to pound sand. But, really, you can trust me because in solidarity I pledge to cut off my legs below the knees.
What if I told you that because you’re short, you are inherently unable to formulate, to plan, and to achieve your own goals? And God forbid you maintain the opinion of yourself that somehow you can make rational judgement calls and choose the correct road rather than the wrong one. That is ludicrous! But … there is hope! I know just what decisions to make, whose pocket needs to be emptied, what binding legislation is necessary, for you to live your life. Besides, who really needs that shiny medium of exchange, the root of all evil? As one of history’s greats once said, “The amount of money that is in your bank at the time of your death is the extra work you did which wasn’t necessary.” So don’t work hard and hoard. Simply coast, enjoy life, and expect the next meal.
“Trust ME; I know how you should live your life better than you do. You will make bad decisions without my intervention, and only I have your best interest at heart.”
Don’t ever let anyone fool you into thinking that money is simply the end result of your personal decisions to exchange your time and energy for the power to purchase your unique wants and needs. Your needs and wants are the same as all short people and should be met without forcing you to choose between work and starvation. Your right is to be cared for. Don’t worry about who will supply the various things needed to meet your wants and needs. Someone will. Who it will be doesn’t matter. They probably deserve it too. They’re tall.
Why have you bought the lie that you’re not just a part of a whole? Why have you rejected your place as an interchangeable member of society in favor of oppressive individuality? Why do you resist the notion that your interests are subordinate to the good of society as defined by me?
Your height means everything. Your height tells you who you are, and it tells society who you are. Your actions, right and wrong, have nothing to do with your personal fulfillment, success, and satisfaction. Your actions have contributed nothing to the overall health of society. Right and wrong, hard work and laziness are irrelevant. If you’re tall, you have a privilege to succeed. If you’re short, you couldn’t if you tried. But don’t worry, the tall will succeed twice as much and give you half if I say so. You cannot change your height and therefore you are not expected to try. I am on your side. I stand with short people. I will fight for you because as someone who does not believe in height differences, I understand your height limits your ability to succeed and your ability to make good decisions. Trust me. Vote for me.