Staring contests are just about standing still. Fuck that! Today you’re in a blinking
contest!
Blink.
Now keep blinking.
Blink harder!
Hard as you can! Fast
as you can!
Good! Keep going!
As you blink and blink and blink some more, a rhythm will
take over your body. Your eyes will
begin to ache, your nose will bleed a little.
Your opponents will start to drop, one by one, blood spurting from their
eyes as they fall to the ground and moan.
After nearly three hours of listening to the directions we reproduced
above, the ones your angry Russian coach gave you over the course of several
months, you’ll be the only one left blinking.
You’ll keep going, out of a combination of anxiety and muscle memory,
until the Japanese announcer for the contest shouts.
“BULINKEROO, STOPUH!”
You’ll let your eyes close, finally, then open them,
slowly. Your mother will be staring at
you, her eyes welling with tears. Thanks
to your hard work and persistent blinking, she won’t die today. Also, you’ll both receive healthcare. Obama’s reforms aren’t as thorough as they
could be, sure, and we all wish we could have a single payer option in place
still, but if pre-existing conditions are no longer grounds for
disqualification and you can blink your way into a decent coverage plan, then
it wasn’t all for naught. You, and your
actions today, stand as proof of that.
Congratulations Blinking Contest Winner!
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