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.