Mafia Nuns Could Totally Rule the World
I am convinced that the power of suggestion has much more strength than actual demonstrations of brute force.
When I was a kid, I could not understand terrorism. It made absolutely no sense to me. Why would someone do something considered to be particularly heinous by the majority of humankind, and then send a letter actually claiming responsibility? And, secondly, if they had admitted to it, why weren’t these people thrown in prison immediately? No one explained to me that terrorists like the Symbionese Liberation Army didn’t sit around at registered addresses watching The Love Boat and waiting for the police to politely escort them to a cell in the local jail.
In elementary school, you learn that it’s wise to stay out of trouble. Especially when you go to a Catholic school with nuns wielding rulers that never seem to be used for measuring. You do your best to walk the straight and narrow, and if, for some inexplicable reason, you commit one of the Deadly Sins (which was a much longer list according to the nuns than the Vatican version), then you make darn sure that you never admit to it.
Mind you, I never once saw a nun use one of those rulers, and none of my troublemaking friends ever actually reported getting paddled when sent to the Principal’s Office. But the rumors were prevalent.
However, every time I happened to overhear a news report about a plane being hijacked or hostages being taken, my understanding of human behavior based on my observations at school seemed to become less reliable.
“No one has yet claimed responsibility for the bombing.”
“Well, of course they haven’t,” I would think to myself. Geez. Is that all you need to do to be a news anchor – state the obvious? Let’s think about this. If Mother Superior could paddle you for cheating on a spelling test, what horrible consequences would be inflicted on someone who admitted to planting a bomb in a marketplace?
Then the next day, someone would “claim responsibility,” and I would be completely perplexed. Why would they do that? Especially if they weren’t Catholic and didn’t believe in confession? What was the point? You don’t brag about committing crimes (unless it was to a priest), because then you get caught. Not that I ever committed crimes – or broke any rules for that matter. But I did, according to my mother, have some Mafia relatives dangling off of a distant branch of the family tree. And the Mafia has a whole different approach to advertising its misconduct, if you know what I mean.
Now that terrorism seems even more prevalent – or I just listen to more news – I get the point of the responsibility claims, but I understand human behavior even less. Why do terrorists think they are going to get what they want by making people hate them even more?
Comedian Jeff Dunham’s puppet, Achmed the Dead Terrorist, pretty much sums up the effectiveness of this strategy:
“I can’t wait to see Santa Claus. I sit on his knee, I tell him what I want, then I blow him up!”
And so, I submit to you that a group of women dressed like penguins and about as brutal as Oprah, might have known a little bit more about getting people to behave the way you want. Of course, you might argue that they were merely dealing with 5-10 year olds. And my response would then be, “Have you tried to teach a class of 22 5-year olds lately?” I think you’d rather negotiate with terrorists.
Posted on December 9, 2011, in Children, Humor, Politics, Terrorism and tagged Catholic, humor, nuns, politics, terrorism. Bookmark the permalink. 15 Comments.
Not sure what else to say except this post has the ‘wow’ factor.
As a cradle Catholic, I almost choked on my coffee reading this. Too funny.
Thanks. Me too. The cradle Catholic part, I mean.
This deviates from your usual line of writing, but I get what you say….
Yes, I don’t know what’s wrong with me the last couple of days – trying to get back into my Wonderbutt groove.
I once sent a letter to the authorities claiming responsibility for keeping Subway in business, but they never came and hauled me away for this heinous crime.
I am on the phone to 911 now.
My arch-enemy from my Catholic School Days was Sister Mary- she was a ‘plain clothes’ (terrorist)nun and had the benefit of teaching 4 of my siblings before me. I remember, quite vividly, her index fingernail that was longer than the rest and filed to a point (no lie). She cornered me one day in the girls bathroom, wielded that finger upon my shoulder with just enough force to inflict extreme discomfort, yet leave no mark, and said ‘ don’t think I didn’t notice that lipgloss you have painted on your lips today little missy; I didn’t take any crap from your brothers and sister, and I won’t take any from you, either’. I didn’t know nuns used the word ‘crap’ and I am certain that she had a forked tongue. She was a wretched woman and is the cause of my Post Traumatic Catholic School Disorder.
I LOVE that – Post Traumatic Catholic School Disorder. Although my school experiences were fine. It was the Church experiences that caused my PTCSD.
Humans are strange. That is all.
If I could just remember that, then I would probably worry a lot less.
Wonderbutt must be behaving. He probably wants to get on Santa’s “nice” list.
Yes, he is sadly leaving me without any post ideas, forcing me to dig into my psyche.
OMG, you are so right! I used to teach a class (at Catholic school, no less) of 28–yes, 28–first graders. Boiled in oil seemed like a much better option. When they were acting up, I wasn’t feeling too Christian, y’know?
It’s awful, but violence is so familiar to these groups that it’s used as a form of communication with the rest of the world.
Of course, I’d rather deal with a room filled with terrorists than a bunch of five-year-olds. 😛