MEN AND THE SIZE OF THEIR TOYS

It's Not Size that Matters but How You Play Them

In our country so obsessed with sheer luck and easy money, it is not surprising that even in the holiest of holy places one sees men with their small toys gambling their lives away. The object of their obsession is the eight-legged kaka of the biggest class of them all, Insecta. Under the glaring heat of the sun, older men with nothing much better to do engage in kaka fighting just outside the Perpetual Adoration Chapel. Their cacophonous jeering that surprises the poor eight-legged creation excites the latter to grab hold of whatever it can and starts immobilizing its poor prey with pristine white sticky web. The prey is its own Classmate, another eight-legged kaka of the biggest class of them all, Insecta.

Are we this savage that our sense of fun and what is entertaining is to prod innocent insects to kill its own? These big, old men with their unequally small toys have not realized that in a way they are altering ecological niches which may ultimately lead to environmental collapse. We cannot just simply allow organisms, however small, to start killing its own or they will soon become extinct like most animals of the Kingdom where we pride ourselves to belong.

Or are we so foolish and dumb that we find so much fun in so mundane a thing as fighting spiders? I thought we are the most intelligent animal. Now, I am beginning to think that only a few of us are really intelligent. How in the world can any sensible, rational, bald ape think that killing is fun, that urging others to kill their own is so satisfying more than what ejaculation ever does to one’s own phallic obsession. Men have definitely changed. Their toys have become smaller. Their brains have shrunk and have sunk down to settle in between their legs.

Or are we so very poor that whatever chance we have to get rich easily, we grab just like the poor kaka does to its own brother, maybe. Who knows? But when you look at this group of older men, there are even some who are publicly accountable because they are public servants. Maybe these dumb men believe that it would be a disservice to mankind if they allow the spiders to proliferate uncontrolled, so being public servants who are ever ready to serve without a grumble, they start killing Spiderman and rid the town of Tobey McGuire. What the heck has happened to us? Marvel Comics?

Whether we have grown so foolishly callous that being entertained by spiders killing their own or that we have grown so dumb poor that shooting Spiderman out of the picture brings us extra income besides publicly (dis)servicing the people, one thing I am sure of is that men should no longer be judged based on the size of their toys but on how they play them. Should a man be so anally fixated that he cannot seem to grow out of his obsession to destroy what is in order, to enjoy mayhem and absolute bedlam, then however big his toy of destruction is, does not make him more of a man but an old, dumb, bald ape regressing to when all his world is centered to what has caused him too much anxiety today – his small penis!