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Balance of Power

The most efficient system of government is a benevolent dictatorship. But what happens when the benevolence become self-serving and detrimental to all the loyal subjects? Well, then it is an oppressive regime, and that's bad. A two-party system, with all its flaws, is a better alternative. The best one can hope for is that the two parties will keep each other honest and benevolent, and at worst, that they will block each other from acting and nothing gets done. The Supreme Ruler of my Mouth (the Crown) started out benevolent, but then started making bad decisions, such as ordering me to drink too much beer and buy Snickers Almond candy bars and a bag of Lay's Sour Cream & Onion potato chips. Absolute power corrupts absolutely; it turned into an oppressive sweet tooth with occasional salty cravings. The other teeth began to protest and chose another leader among themselves. This new leader, who was crowned yesterday afternoon in a simple, yet elegant, ceremony, was chosen to represent the Maxilla district (aka, Teeth of the Upper Jaw). The previous Supreme Ruler is now master of the Mandible district (Teeth of the Lower Jaw). The Maxilla Crown ran a campaign for healthy eating and professed a love for broccoli. The Mandible Crown promised to give the teeth what they want: sugar, soda, and salty snacks. The Crowns are directly opposed to each other (as in, they touch when I chew) to keep a balance of power and facilitate cooperation.

The Maxilla Crown wasted no time asserting its authority. Its first decree was a healthy breakfast. Instead of a bowl of cereal or a hunk of banana bread, this morning I had a banana mashed up with nonfat plain yogurt, drizzled with honey and topped with a handful of blueberries, followed by a fistful of raw almonds and an omega-3 fish pill supplement (more on omega-3 tomorrow). Long live the Crowns!

Dinner last night: Kielbasa, Israeli couscous salad with pistachios

Comments

This reminds me... I need to make an appt. @ the dentist...

I hope there's no war between the two. Can you imagine?

And don't say they have to share the same mouth. We have to share the same planet and that doesn't stop us fighting with every one.

Yes, the planet is bigger than your mouth.

I can't wait to hear about the Omega-3s (sounds like a band name).

BGC: Be careful. The dentist is the one to get the teeth all riled up. He/she uncovers abuses of power, decay, eroding tooth liberties and free-riding teeth, shining a light on things that certain teeth would rather remain shrouded in darkness.

Red Momo: I grudgingly agree that the planet is bigger than my mouth, but not much of what happens on the planet affects me as much as what happens in my mouth.

Several years ago, there was an attempted coup in my mouth. Two teeth joined forces and ganged up on the rest of the teeth. Luckily, these two rabble-rousers were unorganized and ineffective bullies. Justice was swift; I had them yanked out of my mouth before they could crowd the other teeth and cause permanent damage. Bullying will not be tolerated.

Zero-tolerance, baby!

Nice. I once had so-called wisdom teeth thinking they could just move in and take the prime real estate. However, while they were putting in the foundations for their palaces, I made a preemptive strike. The mouth remains a democracy as opposed to an oligarchy or any other kind of -archy.

Can't we all just get along???