Flying Monkeys? Really, Carlos? You couldn’t come up with anything better to defend? All the problems in the world? You couldn’t come up with something slightly more polemic? Talk about gay marriage or abortion or war. Talk about… oh, I don’t know. Talk about all the fat people in the United States. But f*#%$ h#$%, don’t talk about flying monkeys!!
- The Master of the Extraordinary
So this week I wanted to defend something very serious. A misfortunate class of souls who always get a bad rap. A truly marvelous, fantastic clan of mischievous daredevils, who fell into hard times. A band of merry-makers conned by an occult mistress of darkness. I’m talking of course about flying monkeys. Those poor souls enslaved by the Wicked Witch of the West.
While accounts differ on how the monkeys fell under the control of this cruel woman, one thing is certain. They cannot be held accountable for their actions. They were set up. They didn’t actually mean to hurt anyone. If they can be accused of anything, it’s having too much fun, too much “monkey business” if you will. And who can blame them? They are monkeys with wings for goodness’ sake! If you and all your best buddies had wings, don’t you think that you would get into trouble too? That wouldn’t make you bad person. That would just mean that you need to learn to be a little more considerate of others.
Why do we always have the tendency to hate what we don’t know? Why can’t we get to know before we judge? This world would be so much better off if we could get around all of our prejudices and just live together in peaceful harmony. We all have our own problems and faults. We just need to learn to be more accepting. For as the great late John Lennon once said, “Everybody’s got something to hide except for me and my monkey.”
- Carlos de la Gringa