Chapter 2: Crazy Hand
It is human nature to act upon a situation as is most profitable to an individual's being. Piety, on the other hand, is to act upon a situation as is most profitable to the being of all others around an individual. One could ask, "Why would piety be striven for if it is not advantageous to the individual who aquires it?" Simply put, to ensure the well being of their "true being", or the soul, if they do believe in such things. Which, in a society of waning faith, piety is not as great of a desired trait as it was in years past. One could relate this moral fall to the constant suing of those who are in many cases, quite innocent. Often, it is the won-ton behavior of an individual that creates the basis for the case, and the innocent lose their money, while the perpetrator legally receives his loot.
Such an incident occurred to the newly independent Handey only just a few minutes after stepping through the proverbial gate of his parents' proverbial castle. Caught up in his insatiable glee, Handey happened upon a fellow hand. The friendly stranger issued a kind greeting and patted Handey on the back. Assuredly, the man regretted his decision later, as Handey froze upon the spot.
With great distress, Handey shouted, "HELP! THIS MAN WAS TOUCHING MEEEEE!!!! HE HIT ME IN THE BACK!!!! HELP ME PLEASE!!!! HE HAS AN AGENDA!!!!"
The stranger panicked, and attempted to calm down his frightened acquaintance. "Hey now, all I did was offer a greeting. I can assure you I meant no harm, just trying to be courteous. At least I didn't shoot you or perhaps knock you in the head a bit now, like some of those other chaps eh?"
In a most ironic turn of events, the stranger's apology was received as a threat by Handey, and the scared little hand's glove began to yellow. Such a waste of a good glove if I may say so myself! But I digress. Soon a puddle of grotesque surrounded the shivering palm, and the stranger had the great misfortune of stepping into it.
"Oh this is bloody beautiful! The man soils himself and I suffer from it! And I paid so much for this glove! Why do these things always happen to me! OHHH! I'M SO ANGRY I COULD KILL SOMEONE!" The stranger's face reddened, and his entirety began to shake violently. The event that started as a simple misunderstanding evolved into a cruel and unsightly scene.
"HE TOUCHED MY PEEPEE! HE TOUCHED MY PEEPEE!" Hollered the mortified Handey. Though he was digging the stranger a deeper hole into the ranks of infamousy, one cannot blame Handey, as he, as you have most likely have deduced, is not well versed in the ways of society. Nevertheless, an opportunist lawyer walked by and recorded the scene between the two strangers. The lawyer knew he had a case, he could easily pass off the babbling hand as one of special needs, and the kindly stranger as a ruthless sex offender. He hurried over to Handey to tell him some "good" news.
"Sir! This man was bad to you! I can help you! My name is Joe. That's right, Joe!" the lawyer was sure to speak slowly and accentuate his name as to help his special friend in understanding his words. Though he couldn't be expected to know Handey was not in need of special treatment from his boisterous display, but it still offends many to hear. Handey did not cease crying but grabbed the lawyer by the shoulders and made him his shield.
"You know, you could take this man to court and get some money to use!!!" said an elated Joe, complete with a grin on his face and those eyes that one gives to instill confidence. Joe hoped that the hand would reply quickly, as he too had traversed, or rather was placed, into the pool of filth created by Handey.
"You mean, I can get some money?" Handey's outlook upon the situation improved, as if he was to go through whatever procedures the man would have in mind, he might have the capital he needed to fund his journey.
Joe stared into the eyes of the willing hand (where the eyes are exactly, I cannot be sure) and calmly let out, "Yes."
As to prevent a long and drawn out segment of the trial that insued between Handey and the stranger would be most unprofitable to your time. To summarize, the cunning lawyer Joe won the hearts of the jury with Handey's childish behavior, and showed them clips of the ordeal that, if taken in context, would easily have been able to dispel all thoughts that the stranger was an evil rapist. The stranger had quite a string of misfortune, as he had lost both the trial and his dignity. It is quite the crime to accuse the innocent of being guilty and even moreso to remove their dignity as well. Unfortunately the poor old stranger was not yet rid of Handey.
As punishment for his offense, and for the inability to pay for his crimes, the stranger was put into indentured servitude to the dismay of Handey. To even further remove the dignity of the stranger, he was stripped of his name, as he thought it only fair for the dignity Handey lost in the ordeal.
"So, what are you going to call him Handey? Yawned the tired judge.
Handey pondered for a moment, and paced the floor several times before he had conjured up a suitable name. "I shall call him. CRAZY!"
It is human nature to act upon a situation as is most profitable to an individual's being. Piety, on the other hand, is to act upon a situation as is most profitable to the being of all others around an individual. One could ask, "Why would piety be striven for if it is not advantageous to the individual who aquires it?" Simply put, to ensure the well being of their "true being", or the soul, if they do believe in such things. Which, in a society of waning faith, piety is not as great of a desired trait as it was in years past. One could relate this moral fall to the constant suing of those who are in many cases, quite innocent. Often, it is the won-ton behavior of an individual that creates the basis for the case, and the innocent lose their money, while the perpetrator legally receives his loot.
Such an incident occurred to the newly independent Handey only just a few minutes after stepping through the proverbial gate of his parents' proverbial castle. Caught up in his insatiable glee, Handey happened upon a fellow hand. The friendly stranger issued a kind greeting and patted Handey on the back. Assuredly, the man regretted his decision later, as Handey froze upon the spot.
With great distress, Handey shouted, "HELP! THIS MAN WAS TOUCHING MEEEEE!!!! HE HIT ME IN THE BACK!!!! HELP ME PLEASE!!!! HE HAS AN AGENDA!!!!"
The stranger panicked, and attempted to calm down his frightened acquaintance. "Hey now, all I did was offer a greeting. I can assure you I meant no harm, just trying to be courteous. At least I didn't shoot you or perhaps knock you in the head a bit now, like some of those other chaps eh?"
In a most ironic turn of events, the stranger's apology was received as a threat by Handey, and the scared little hand's glove began to yellow. Such a waste of a good glove if I may say so myself! But I digress. Soon a puddle of grotesque surrounded the shivering palm, and the stranger had the great misfortune of stepping into it.
"Oh this is bloody beautiful! The man soils himself and I suffer from it! And I paid so much for this glove! Why do these things always happen to me! OHHH! I'M SO ANGRY I COULD KILL SOMEONE!" The stranger's face reddened, and his entirety began to shake violently. The event that started as a simple misunderstanding evolved into a cruel and unsightly scene.
"HE TOUCHED MY PEEPEE! HE TOUCHED MY PEEPEE!" Hollered the mortified Handey. Though he was digging the stranger a deeper hole into the ranks of infamousy, one cannot blame Handey, as he, as you have most likely have deduced, is not well versed in the ways of society. Nevertheless, an opportunist lawyer walked by and recorded the scene between the two strangers. The lawyer knew he had a case, he could easily pass off the babbling hand as one of special needs, and the kindly stranger as a ruthless sex offender. He hurried over to Handey to tell him some "good" news.
"Sir! This man was bad to you! I can help you! My name is Joe. That's right, Joe!" the lawyer was sure to speak slowly and accentuate his name as to help his special friend in understanding his words. Though he couldn't be expected to know Handey was not in need of special treatment from his boisterous display, but it still offends many to hear. Handey did not cease crying but grabbed the lawyer by the shoulders and made him his shield.
"You know, you could take this man to court and get some money to use!!!" said an elated Joe, complete with a grin on his face and those eyes that one gives to instill confidence. Joe hoped that the hand would reply quickly, as he too had traversed, or rather was placed, into the pool of filth created by Handey.
"You mean, I can get some money?" Handey's outlook upon the situation improved, as if he was to go through whatever procedures the man would have in mind, he might have the capital he needed to fund his journey.
Joe stared into the eyes of the willing hand (where the eyes are exactly, I cannot be sure) and calmly let out, "Yes."
As to prevent a long and drawn out segment of the trial that insued between Handey and the stranger would be most unprofitable to your time. To summarize, the cunning lawyer Joe won the hearts of the jury with Handey's childish behavior, and showed them clips of the ordeal that, if taken in context, would easily have been able to dispel all thoughts that the stranger was an evil rapist. The stranger had quite a string of misfortune, as he had lost both the trial and his dignity. It is quite the crime to accuse the innocent of being guilty and even moreso to remove their dignity as well. Unfortunately the poor old stranger was not yet rid of Handey.
As punishment for his offense, and for the inability to pay for his crimes, the stranger was put into indentured servitude to the dismay of Handey. To even further remove the dignity of the stranger, he was stripped of his name, as he thought it only fair for the dignity Handey lost in the ordeal.
"So, what are you going to call him Handey? Yawned the tired judge.
Handey pondered for a moment, and paced the floor several times before he had conjured up a suitable name. "I shall call him. CRAZY!"