as a spaniard, i always took for granted superstition attributed 7 lives to cats. i was wrong, i just learnt that most anglo-saxon cultures believe cats have 9 lives instead.

we all now that, unlike 9, 7 is a magic number – it’s prime, it’s the 7 colors of the rainbow, the 7 dwarfs of snowwhite, the 7 harry potter books, the 7 days of the week, etc etc.

so, since i’ve successfully proved that us, the seven-ists, are right and that them, the nine-eists, are wrong, i declare open war, anger, destruction and assassination, and anything necessary in order to avoid their superstition spreads further.

and that’s how religions work, kids.

of course it’s never been about incompatibilities of believes, but of ownership of the tools that control society. but still, that’s not too off from what it used to be in its most superficial discourse.

at this point the author is considering replacing “used to be” with “is”