Might makes right?
by M. C. 
Jane and her boyfriend have a philisophical discussion-then she tests it out. 

"It's not fair" Jane said.  "What's not fair" Bill asked her. Jane was a 
new student in school. She had arrived a few weeks ago when her 
 father transfered jobs to a new city. Like every new student she was 
having trouble adjusting to a new situation. Bill lived across the 
street from her. Because they were the same age, seventeen, he kind of 
became her guide. A warm friendship soon developed between them. She was 
a beautiful girl, extremely bright and very athletic. She especially 
excelled at individual sports; tennis, gymnastics, skiing and a little 
'dabbeling' (her word)in martial arts. Bill, by contrast, was a 
bookworm. Not very athletic or  charismatic. He was the kind of guy who 
could walk into a party and nobody would notice. None of that mattered 
to Jane. To the contrary, she liked him because he didn't pretend to be 
anything other than who he was. Because he was well read, she could talk 
with him for hours,  on almost any topic-something she couldn't do with 
any other guy she had ever met. She liked him, she liked him a lot. 

"It's just not fair the way the football players bully everyone else in 
this school" she complained. "What do you mean" Bill asked. "You know, 
when they intentionally bump into people in the halls and harass any 
girl they want to. Aren't there any rules around here?" "There are rules 
Jane but it's hard to enforce them" Bill replied. "Besides, the football 
team is doing very well this year and I guess the neither the coach or 
any of the teachers want to get down on them. It's like 'might makes 
right'; you know". "Hmmm, interesting theory" Jane said; "tell me some 
more about this 'might makes right' concept. "Well" Bill began" look at 
all the great empires that existed. Rome, The Persians, The Mongols. 
They ruled over large areas of land and many people-not because they 
were 'right'but because they were strong". As Bill explained, Jane 
gently took him by the hand and began to lead him in a different 
direction. "They didn't tolerate any disobedience. Any insurrection was 
delt with brutally. Who could argue with them? They had the strongest 
army-might makes right". "And you suscribe to this concept" Jane asked 
him. "Not really" Bill answered. "I was simply describing the mentally 
of the guys on the football team". Bill looked up, what are we doing 
here?" Jane had led him to the boy's weightroom about the time that the 
football team would be working out. 

"I'd like to do a little 'experiment' on this 'might makes right' 
theory" she said. "Could you please hold my books". Jane handed her 
books to Bill. She then took out a rubber band from her pocket and tied 
her long, pretty blond hair into a ponytail. "You'd better wait out 
here, honey" she told him. "This shouldn't take too long-I'll call you 
when you can come in". She kissed Bill on the cheek, opened the 
weightroom door and walked in. Bill waited nervously outside. For a 
minute everything was quiet inside. . . . . . . and then "POW, SMASH, 
WHACK, THUD! WHAM, PUNCH, THUD!BAM, CRASH, POW, THUD!SLAM, THUD! This 
went on for about ten minutes and then everything became quiet. "It's O. 
K. honey, you can come in now". Bill opened the door. . . . and gasped. 
It was a scene he would never forget. Jane was standing in the middle of 
the room, hands on her hips, smiling prettily at him. All over the 
weightroom, battered and beaten up, were the boys of the football team. 
Some were unconsious, others were lying on their backs staring at the 
walls-in shock. Many were crying. In just ten minutes, Jane had beaten 
up the entire football team-by herself. She walked over to Bill, kissed 
him on the cheek again and said sweetly, "might makes right-these 
bullies won't be bothering anybody anymore. Come on honey-let's go 
home". As Jane led her stunned boyfriend out of the weightroom, she 
paused briefly at the door, turned around and said "pleasent dreams 
boys". She then turn off the lights and closed the door. 

The boys of the football team never bullied anyone again. Does might 
make right?