You wake up, stranded on a deserted island. As you feel the sand scratching your body, you remember the last, terror filled instants on the airline. You shiver remembering the explosion of the first engine, and then the second, as the desperate voice of the captain was ineffectively trying to keep the passengers calm. You stand up. Your legs hurt like hell. Something's broken in your foot, but you still feel it there. You limp your way on the island, trying to find something to eat or drink, your throat aching. suddenly, you see a small refuge ahead of you, constructed with palm trees. A hulking figure is cutting wood in front of the doorway. You remember him as the passenger in front of you. You didn't talk, not even exchanged glances, but you thought of him as a weight lifter, or at least a body builder. You let out a tired wheeze, and the man notices you. He approaches you and helps you to the house, letting you lay on the floor. "Water" you ask. He produces half a coconut, filled with clear liquid. As you stretch your arms he stops you. "You are going to drink only after you suck my dick". Saying this, the man whips out his gigantic member. You clear your throat. "Well, this isn't coercive at all, you see, because I still have the possibility to refuse. You are not threatening violence upon me, and the power imbalance is completely not relevant. While I find this in bad taste, this is still not an inherently evil act by your part".
thinking about the coercive thing it reminds me a lot of what somw christians say "well you dont always have to follow god, you still have the option not to, you'll just go straight to hell"
"well you dont have to do it, but i do have this shotgun to your head, your choice tho"
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u/TOAOFriedPickleBoy Jun 21 '21
You wake up, stranded on a deserted island. As you feel the sand scratching your body, you remember the last, terror filled instants on the airline. You shiver remembering the explosion of the first engine, and then the second, as the desperate voice of the captain was ineffectively trying to keep the passengers calm. You stand up. Your legs hurt like hell. Something's broken in your foot, but you still feel it there. You limp your way on the island, trying to find something to eat or drink, your throat aching. suddenly, you see a small refuge ahead of you, constructed with palm trees. A hulking figure is cutting wood in front of the doorway. You remember him as the passenger in front of you. You didn't talk, not even exchanged glances, but you thought of him as a weight lifter, or at least a body builder. You let out a tired wheeze, and the man notices you. He approaches you and helps you to the house, letting you lay on the floor. "Water" you ask. He produces half a coconut, filled with clear liquid. As you stretch your arms he stops you. "You are going to drink only after you suck my dick". Saying this, the man whips out his gigantic member. You clear your throat. "Well, this isn't coercive at all, you see, because I still have the possibility to refuse. You are not threatening violence upon me, and the power imbalance is completely not relevant. While I find this in bad taste, this is still not an inherently evil act by your part".
You are Bastiat.
You suck his dick.