Now I don't want to get off on a rant here, but revenge has been a basic
human motivation ever since Noah sailed his ark past the drowning jerks
who always
picked him last in high school phys ed, and yelled, "Good luck on the
swim team, fuckers."
Life as we know it is completely based on revenge. It all started with
Adam and Eve being expelled from Paradise for eating an apple. Does that
not reveal to you a
vengeful God? God likes vengeance. God encourages it. He's kicking
people out of paradise for eating apples. Turns out God is a touchy cosmic
Korean grocer.
Oh, and by the way, for those of you who are not of the Judeo-Christian
persuasion, just think of revenge as "induced karma."
My general rule of thumb when it comes to revenge is to not give in
to my first impulse to throw a punch. Now, primarily, that's because the
only guy I can beat up
on this planet just had his birthday announced by Willard Scott.
But sometimes, enough is enough. The other day I'm at Denny's, and I
order two eggs and three silver dollar pancakes. The waitress serves me
three eggs and two
silver dollar pancakes. So I very calmly whipped out a can of lighter
fluid and torched the entire establishment, all the while whistling the
tune "Disco Inferno." On the
way home, of course, my wife says I overreacted. Of course she'd say
that. They got her order right.
And it's not just me. Everybody's life is chock-a-block full of opportunities
for retribution. The workplace, for instance, with all its shifting alliances
and power plays,
is a ripe setting for revenge. I myself have never peed in the boss'
coffee pot, but I have suggested that the coffee tastes salty and just
winked at him on occasion.
And I guess the death penalty is society's ultimate revenge, especially
if you fake the guy out and make like you hear the phone ringing just before
you throw the
switch.
And even in what's passing today for our leaders, the urge for revenge
festers like a clamhouse dumpster on an August afternoon. Texas Governor
Bush's entire
presidential campaign is built on settling a score. His father lost
to Bill Clinton in '92, and he's still pissed. For eight years, George
Senior has been seething over his
loss to that smirking, two-timing two-termer, while he sits at home
writing his memoirs, thinking up euphemisms for "sushi vomit." Everyone
knew it was only a matter
of time before Bush Senior showed up on the parapet of the Texas Governor's
Mansion like the ghost in HAMLET, screaming, "Avenge me, Dubya! Avenge
me!"
Paybacks are also why, after the Michigan and Arizona primaries, the
nation of Vietnam began sweating like Roger Ebert in a tae-bo class. Now,
sure, Senator John
McCain parrots reconciliation with our former enemy--that is, when
he's not screaming the word "gook" at the top of his lungs. But because
McCain has a blast
furnace of a temper, if he wins, you just know he's gonna crank up
Air Force One, fly it over Hanoi, and start dropping a million leaflets
that say, "It's on again,
Charlie."
I think our goal shouldn't be eradicating human beings' need for revenge
as much as it should be refining it. Be creative. Ladies, you really want
to get back at a man
for dumping you? It's very simple: Get his new girlfriend drunk and
go to bed with her, then call him up and tell him how great she was. He
will simultaneously be so
pissed off and insanely turned on that you'll short circuit his brain
and his dick in one vengeful masterstroke. By the way, if you do try this
method, please submit to
me a meticulously detailed report on how it all turned out and a comprehensive
video tape in the SP mode. Remember, that's the SP mode, not SLP. SP. All
right?
Good luck!
So, summing up, just think of revenge as an indispensible release valve
for an increasingly pseudocivilized society. These days, Americans feel
they have only two
options when someone has harmed them. They can beat the shit out of
that person or they can hire a lawyer. Hey, I got a better idea. Let's
kill two birds with one
stone. Next time somebody does you wrong, go beat the shit out of a
lawyer. Everybody's happy.
Of course, that's just my opinion, I could be wrong.