There were two cakes on a table. One was glorious and chocolate, with the finest chocolate the world could offer, the best additives and the best baker on earth who baked it. While on another table there was another cake. Plain and white. Nothing fancy at all. A housewife threw it together in between getting her husband off to work and her children off to school.
These two cakes were entered into a contest. The contest of all contest and everybody who was anybody was there to attend. Now looking at these two cakes thee winner was obvious. Surely this fine piece of black chocolate would win hands down, really no contest at all.
The owner of the plain white cake knew this. He knew he had no chance. People who attended the contest were already ooohing and aahhing over the chocolate cake. Now the owners of the cakes were sitting at the table. The owner of the chocolate cake was smiling and sitting back with assured confidence. He knew he had already won. While on the other end of the table the owner of the white cake was sweating bullets, loosening his tie, hands shaking, heart pounding and doing his best to find a way to compete with the chocolate cake.
Suddenly he had an idea. What if no one got to sample the chocolate cake? If his cake was the only cake that was presented as the best then he would be the winner. Now how to make that happen? He looked over at the table with the fine and glorious chocolate cake and began to despise it. It needed to be brought down, from six tiers to one, it needed to be belittled. It needed to be smashed and stepped on. It needed someone to spit on it. It needed to be disgraced. It needed to be made into the worst thing ever put into someone's mouth.
When the time came for the owners to present their cakes. The owner of the fine chocolate cake, stood and pulled his coat together. He spoke to the audience and said, "Ladies and gentleman you have already heard of the reputation of my fine cake, you know it is the best. You have come here tonight on reputation alone to taste the finest chocolate in the world. You have heard of how moist and delicious it is and how satisfying it is. I shall not drag out a long dissertation of how good it is. I shall let it speak on reputation alone." With this the owner strolled back to his seat and sat down, crossed his legs and smiled.
Now it was the owner of the plain white cake's time and he stood, holding on to the table for balance because of nerves. He cleared his throat and stumbled to the floor. A few people snicked at his sloppy presentation. He stood and began, voice shaking. "Ladies and gentleman. I want to talk to you today not about my cake but about this chocolate cake you see before you. You see I know for a fact that this cake is not all that it is presented to be.
I know for a fact that this cake was made from dirt. I know for a fact that it is burned under the bottom. That there are egg shells in the batter and that the mix has deadly poison in it. I know for a fact that the best baker on earth did not put this cake together. This cake was stolen and presented as the best cake in the world. You see good people it is actually my little small meager cake that was baked by the finest baker in the world. It is my cake that will melt in your mouth. It is my cake that was made with the best eggs, the finest butter, the best vanilla flavoring that money can buy. Do not allow this man to fool you. He is trying to trick you and poison you with his cake. Taste my cake, eat my cake and let us condemn this man and throw him out for lying and trying to fool all of you good people."
Now the once subdued crowd had turned into an angry mob. They were all but standing on the stage ready to kill the owner of the chocolate cake. Shaking their fist at him and showing their teeth like angry dogs they were ready too charge him. He stood and exited the stage for his safety. Leaving his cake behind.
Well of course the obvious winner was now the owner of the plain white cake. He stood proud as he was handed an huge trophy and bakers contract worth untold millions. While the crowd cheered for him he stood the victor. Later after everyone had gone and he was fully satisfied with himself. He was ready to leave and share his good fortune with his wife and children. Almost forgetting he turned around to retrieve his prize possession.The most important thing gained of the entire night.
He walked over and picked up the chocolate cake that he had convinced everyone to successfully despise and would carry it home. His prized possession. Now he just had to find all of the ingredients that was in the cake and market it for himself. Then he would own the world because of this marvelous cake and his gift of being a liar and his power of persuasion.
Moral: When one knows he cannot defeat you outright he will stoop to ever dirty trick in the book. Will you continue to believe the lie?
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