[There] are people who will follow any dragon, worship any god, ignore any iniquity. All out of a kind of humdrum, everyday badness. Not the really high, creative loathesomeness of the great sinners, but a sort of mass-produced darkness of the soul. Sin, you might say, without a trace of originality. They accept evil not because they say yes, but because they don’t say no.

Lord Vetinari, (Terry Pratchett, Guards! Guards!)

Get up. Go vote. Say no.

(via sirblackaxe)

argumate:

thefutureoneandall:

alkthash:

argumate:

feels like if I was a Terry Pratchett character I’d be one of the ones with the weird speech mannerisms who moves jerkily like a puppet on elastic strings

We like to think we are Weatherwaxes or Vimeses, when really we are mostly Nobbys or Magrats.

It’s a testament to Pratchett that almost no one thinks they’re Vetinari. Sure, we think highly of ourselves, but some ideas are just ridiculous.

even in his books, the people that think they are Vetinari are ridiculous; we don’t even know how Vetinari feels about being Vetinari.