"...so we end up with ass holes for leaders."

Well, you know why that is, don't you? It seems the body parts had a discussion about who should be the boss. The muscular system said, "I'm the one who actually DOES things -- I move us about, protect us, and generally just GET THE JOB DONE. I should be the boss."

The eyes said, "Oh, no! Without vision, without knowing where you're going, those muscles and bones and all just don't work very well, do they? Remember the other night, when you bumped our head? You need me, and I am ready to show us the way. I am the boss."

The brain pipe up with "HAH! Who do you think is maintaining this conversation in the first place? MY system of nerves sends those signals from the eyes to the muscles, AND sends that pain signal from the bump on the head the other night to all of us, PLUS I do all the converting of electro-chemical signals into coherent thought, AND I do all the planning! Without me, you wouldn't even be able to ask, 'What's for dinner?' I AM THE BOSS. NOW SHUT UP AND LET ME THINK!"

Meanwhile, the asshole just shut down, refusing to do his job. Within three days, the muscles were weak and watery, the eyes were blurred and crossed, and the brain was trying to remember where he put his towel. So all the parts agreed to let the asshole be the boss.

And it's been that way ever since.


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