On this day in 1922, Kurt Vonnegut was born.
These guys remind me of my favorite KV short story: Harrison Bergeron. (Perhaps a Vegas version of that story- these guys are rather fabulous.)
In 2081, society is aggressively equal: the more beautiful/athletic/intelligent are equipped with handicaps (in the shape of strident bells in the ears for the intelligent and weights for the strong) that ensure equality and ultimately (the assumption is) the mediocrity of the entire human race.
Of course, an opposing view might ask why this society’s judgments of achievement and worth are so one-dimensional. That’s why it’s dystopian, I suppose. Regardless, I’m always sad when the graceful ballerina and the strong Bergeron are shot–something about mourning the ideal. Or the idea of the ideal. Or something.
Anyway, here’s to you, Kurt!