AabahranThe Insult of Etiquette
Encyclopedia Exoterica · by Scholar Boeq
Let me tell you something, my dear, vile, and illiterate moron of a reader: good manners are the gambit of the idiot, who has been trained to be like the machines of the tiny gnomes.
Etiquette was designed by prideful, militaristic snobs. Manners (and I will refrain from ever calling them good again) are just a system, like Law without any backing, to stop a cannibalistic society from completely eradicating itself. I would blaspheme my own writing, though, if I were to say it was the only way. Let me be clear, it was not. It was just the easiest of them, and elves are the most oblivious of all the criminals in this way, but damned if I give that feeble race a paragraph to honor them in any way. It is those that have it the easiest, and suffer no real challenges, that cling to this empty, rhetorical system. For it, their lives are utterly meaningless!
No elbows on the table. Do not burp. Wait for the fork to be chilled properly. Please. Thank you. Greetings, farewell. Aye. Nay. Bow ever so particularly.
Brainless automated drones of a broken, decadent, apathetic age!
What absolute numbness one must possess to engage in manners! They might see someone they know, but immediately will think about a clockwork response which does no such thing as to honor or respect them. A branch sized splinter is in their gray matter if they think for even an instant that such cold, emotionless, vapid repetition is at all "respectful" or "decent"! It is at the lowest of all abysses to offer the beauty of each individual the same tired, artless response over and over again. Abysmal even more to arbitrarily call this method civilized. It is now 1526 PC! Grow up, you infantile louts, the future is beating down your doors, and you have only the understanding to say, "one moment please, sir!"
Come rip the door down with it!
Lest we forget how easily abused repetition really is, and how meaningless written words become! Manners, worse still than spitting in the face of those deserving of more colorful treatment, opens one up to being easily predicted. It robs one of every creative merit. I propose, as a man of the East would (and many of my ilk have in the past), that this ridiculous social shamble be swiftly ejected from the thoughts of citizens and leaders alike.
Give each their due as you know it, and until you know it, give them nothing at all. Even a Savant knows, when battle and politics creep up, that the Now illuminates and pales all else.
BOEQ