A modern fable. Do you want to let the guy do what he likes, not hurting anyone, or do you want to force him to stop on some faux moral grounds and push him over the edge?
Its a lot to ask for
To expect you to believe us
Youve probly heard the story
Of the lesser of two evils
Heres another version
One you probly havent heard
At least not just like this
Not exactly word for word
There was a jackal
Who liked to watch the lemurs
He could look at them all day
Running in the trees
Along came a bighorn
To where the jackal lay
He said, what are you doing, man?
This is not okay
The jackal broke his gaze
And he squinted in the sun
And to the sheep he said
Im not hurting anyone
He went back to watching
The lemurs as they play
The bighorn went and got more sheep
To follow him that day
The flock of sheep accosted him
Telling him he crossed a line
He said, Im just watching them.
Look at them, theyre fine
But the sheep persisted
Drove the jackal near berzerk
He stood up and shook his mane
And said, heres how this works
You can let me lie, gazing at the sky
watch the lemurs fly, and we all survive
Or else you say no, confine me to my home
stewing there alone in a no lemur zone
Look, said the jackal
With his elbow on his knee
Nevermind the continents
And oceans in between
Lemurs are from Madagascar
Im from Africa
You guys come from far away
In North America
Even so, heres how it goes:
If I dont get my fix
Im locked up in my den
Dreaming dreadful tricks
Desire gets the best of me
Until I break away
Many lemurs die
On that prophesied day
Think of it like pressure
And a little bit of steam
Is released as I watch
The lemurs and I dream
Take away that release
And pressure builds up strong
Til one day I blow
Even if I know its wrong
The sheep, they wouldnt hear of it
And butted him away
Locked him in his den and
Stood guard there all day
The next day it got quiet
The sheep looked all around
They saw each others faces
But they didnt hear a sound
Suddenly the jackal
Burst out from his door
He killed the sheep standing there
Then went and killed some more
After he had killed
All the sheep that he could find
Blood was dripping from his jaws
And murder left his mind
He thought to himself
As he watched the lemurs play
I guess I was wrong
Every lemur is O.K.