We have an ongoing discussion, my students and I. They declare that rules are made to be broken. That a lawless society would be the greatest thing since sliced bread. Well, not in those exact words, because I don't think they realize that unsliced bread is possible. Just today, one asked me what was the purpose of a pager. And another knowingly informed her that it was what people used in the days when their cell phones were like bricks. Um. I couldn't break it to him that they were from a time with no cell phones. Thus, the pager.
I asked them what made them think I knew about pagers. I never had one. A good ol' land line was good enough for me, by cracky! They could not comprehend that somebody called a pager from a phone, and all the pager showed was a number, and that the pager-carrier had to go to another phone and call the first caller. It boggled their minds. Yes, I informed them, it was inconvenient. That's why only people that really needed to be contacted at all times in various places carried them. I did not mention the drug dealer connection. Because they all thought I had a pager. Nope. "What do you think I am?" I asked. "A skilled transplant surgeon in high demand?" That kind of flew over their heads. As do many of my offhand comments.
But we're not here to talk about my mad skillz in the operating room. We're building a lawless society.
"I'm never getting a driver's license," declared one future citizen of Anarchyville. "But I'm going to drive. I know how. And I'm going to have a cool car, too."
"Well, with no laws, good luck hanging on to it. Because if somebody wants it, he'll just come take it. What are you going to do about it?"
"I'll go get it back."
"Good luck with that. You'll be running after a moving car. Because yours was just stolen."
"Huh. I'll have another one out back."
"How are you going to pay for gas? You said yesterday that nobody has to work that doesn't want to."
"I'll just take it. Drive off. Nobody will come after me, because it's not against the law."
"How are you going to eat?"
"The farmers will grow food."
"What makes you think they want to work."
"We'll make them work. And then take the food."
"You know, there's always going to be somebody bigger than you to take your stuff."
"I'll have big friends to stop that."
"You won't have electricity because people that work in the plants won't want to work. Farmers aren't very good at running nuclear power plants. There won't be stores. No movies. Nothing to do. Except steal each other's cars and have big friends fight for your stuff and boss the farmers around. Pretty soon, nobody will know how to do anything, because I doubt the kids will want to go to school. And besides, the teachers won't want to work. So it will be a society of simple people building cars out of wood and using simple tools like the Flintstones. IF they want to work."
"Man. You ruin everything."
Today, one declared, "Look at how thick this book is. There should be a law against that."
"Oh! Anarchyville needs a law all of a sudden!"
"Well, that's the only law we need."
I can't wait until they start to clamor for more.