Momentary Thought on TwenCen Short Fiction

A thing which always surprises me: people who can read Kurt Vonnegut’s “Harrison Bergeron” nonparodically. The title character

  • is seven feet (2.13 m) tall,
  • carries three hundred pounds (136 kg) without effort,
  • can easily tear straps meant to withstand 5000 pounds of force (the weight of over 2 tonnes),
  • can sing beautifully whilst waving musicians like batons, and
  • neutralizes gravity itself through the power of sheer awesomeballs.

But to a certain mindset, which fancies itself much put-upon and misunderstood, Harrison Bergeron could burst through the door waving a BFG9000 and riding a T-rex, all to nary a chuckle.