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What If Pokémon Was Real? - Duration: 4:15.

Hello and welcome back to Life's Biggest Questions, I'm Ron McKenzie-Lefurgey.

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Pokemon has been a huge part of the lives of many young people.

If you've played any Pokemon game, you will have undoubtedly wished for one of your own

in real life.

Pokemon GO brought Pokemon closer to reality than ever before, but today we'll imagine

the world filled with Pokemon.

If you like this video, maybe check out our video on What if Harry Potter was real, linked

in the description.

Now buckle up, it's time to answer the question: What if Pokemon was real?

Well, first and foremost, the world would look super different.

Buildings would be designed with Pokemon in mind, pop culture would be completely different,

not to mention the fact that there would be freaking Pokemon everywhere.

And there would potentially be huge Pokemon battles happening everywhere you look.

Or would there?

In the real world, Pokemon battles would almost certainly be deemed immoral and illegal, and

would thus be rather rare in everyday life.

Think about it, simply hunting an animal for food is frowned upon by many people.

With Pokemon, you're finding an intelligent animal, beating it up until it's unconscious,

trapping it in a ball, then forcing it to beat up others like it.

It's like cockfighting 2.0.

I don't care how friendly and kind Ash is with his Pokemon, he would be considered a

monster in today's world.

The People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals, or PETA, would probably be replaced with The

People for the Ethical Treatment of Pokemon.

Which is unfortunate, because PETP is a terrible name.

It's unclear if regular animals would exist in the Pokemon world.

Most indicators say that they still would, but would be less prevalent.

We don't see them often in the show, but you do see the odd Pidgeotto eating a worm,

or a dog walking in the street.

Plus, the fact that Pokemon are often described using names of animals, like Pikachu being

the Electric Mouse Pokemon, implies that there are mice, and likely other animals.

This is a bit of a relief; if the only source of meat was Pokemon, the world would have

an awful lot more vegetarians.

Apparently Farfetch'd is delicious though.

Pokemon would also become quite the black market.

Team Rocket would likely exist in a pretty similar form as in the show, all bumbling

henchmen aside.

Since Pokemon have such high intelligence, and such amazing powers, it would only be

a matter of time before they were used for nefarious purposes, both in black market breeding

of rare Pokemon, and using Pokemon as slave labour.

However, Pokemon would be incredibly useful to non-criminals as well.

Firefighting would be a breeze with a hydro pumping Blastoise on the fire brigade.

And this would be useful, since with Growlithe and Ponyta running around, fires would be

a dime a dozen.

Power outage?

No problem, hook up some electric Pokemon humanely to the generator and you can keep

the hospital running while you wait for power to return.

Need to build something?

Grab a machamp and you can get 4 jobs down at once!

The possibilities are endless.

But as cool as it would be to have these Pokemon with such amazing powers, these powers can

be pretty devastating.

If a dog gets rabies, it might bite one or two people, but if an Arcanine got rabies,

it could burn down an entire town.

Swimming in the ocean?

Better watch out for Gyarados who might just nom you in one bite.

As cool as it would be to have Pokemon, they would probably cause a heck of a lot of trouble.

Finally, war would look very different if Pokemon were real.

Despite the moral implications, the use of Pokemon in war would likely be quite prevalent.

Breeding Pokemon specifically to be powerful in battle would be quite popular, with most

countries devoting a significant portion of the military budget to get a bunch of Charizard

or Dragonite that could act as thinking, unmanned artillery weapons.

We can look at the training of other animals in war, such as dolphins, to see the usefulness

of an intelligent animal in wartimes.

And now we return to our question: What if Pokemon was Real?

Well, the world would be a very different place.

Pokemon rights would likely be much more important than they are in the show and games, with

the atrociously-named but well-intentioned PETP being understandably appalled by the

abuse of the Pokemon.

Despite this, Pokemon would still likely be used in various capacities, both legal and

illegal, and would probably be used quite a bit in warfare.

Pokemon would be absolutely terrifying, both in looks and destructive power, leading to

a pretty dangerous life for most people.

While it may sound tempting to wish for real world pokemon, if the Pokemon world was a

reality, it would be a pretty stressful place.

All things considered, I think I'll stick to wishing Harry Potter was real.

Thank you for watching Life's Biggest Questions, I hope this was interesting and informative,

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Until next time, I'm Ron McKenzie-Lefurgey with Life's Biggest Questions, wishing you

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What was the worst meal that you ate out of politeness?

When I was in in high school I lived with the Pokot tribe in Kenya E. Africa… this was back in the mid 80's.

My parents were missionaries, and the place we were stationed was about a days drive (over very bad roads) from the nearest gas station. We were the first white people that most of the locals had ever seen.

I was about 15 and had made a couple friends.

They spoke some English and I spoke almost none of their language, but we went on hikes, hung out at their hut did the usual things 15 year old kids from completely different cultures did… maybe there is no such thing as usual in that circumstance, but we made it work well enough.

One day one of my friends "Peter" came by looking particularly depressed. He said his dad was dying and there was nothing he could do to help.

He knew we had a huge assortment of odd medicines that we were always handing out and wondered if we had anything appropriate to cure imminent death.

I went and gathered a random pile of over the counter medicines that we had collected. I knew none of this would do any good, but I figured I should try to do something.

I got some aspirin, some foaming vitamin pills that you put in water… like Alka Seltzer.

Some huge multivitamins we got in bulk somewhere, a bunch of mixed vitamin pills, some jell caps full of little colored beads (I think they were more aspirin) and whatever else looked interesting.

I really did not have much hope of curing death, but my friend wanted me to do something and this was all I could think of.

A lot of the issues out there were from drinking bad water, so I also took some clean water and a glass. And off we went.

Turns out my friends family lived about a 20 mile walk away, so it was dark by the time we got there. The family was gathered around a fire in the yard looking miserable.

They told Peter he should go say his goodbyes. It looked kind of like this:.

But darker, and more miserable. Peter came out of the hut and told me his dad wanted whatever medicine I had so I should go give it to him.

I went in the hut and met his dad… who indeed looked on the edge of death. I put on the best show I could at making an impressive concoction.

I broke open the pills and dumped the contents into the glass of water, handed him a pile of vitamins added three times the suggested amount of the purple foamy vitamin stuff in the water then told him to swallow all the pills with it as it was bubbling over the side of the cup.

He looked impressed and drank it all, choking down all the vitamin pills as well. A few minutes passed while we stared at each other contemplating mortality… then he got out of bed, wandered outside and declared himself cured!.

Everyone was amazed as he described the purple foamy potion I had given him. My friend was happy. All was well with the world! I figured that had gone better than expected and started to get ready for the hike back.

So here I have to digress to explain some of the local custom. The Pokot are nomadic herders, they have goats, sheep, camels, donkeys and cattle.

They rarely kill anything though because with no refrigeration it has to be eaten all at once. It became tradition that whenever anyone butchers anything, friends, neighbors, family, can all come by and take some.

Sometimes people will walk over 50 miles with their doomed livestock so they can butcher and eat it without people wandering in and taking most of it. Sometimes people chase them 50 miles to get a piece.

Now when my friends dad was a boy, he was walking around and found a large, misshapen chunk of metal out in the bushes.

Nobody really knew what it was, we think maybe a piece of a tank, or maybe a vehicle or airplane. It was fairly thick metal and sort of bowl shaped… maybe held 15–20 gallons.

He hauled this home and from that point whenever he got a piece of meat from one of his unfortunate neighbors, or had left overs from killing something that wandered through his yard, he would throw it in the glorious pot.

Legend had it that he had kept this thing simmering non-stop for over 40 years. Whenever he had cause for celebration, or a special guest, he would pull something out of the pot. It was an instant party.

Turns out his "pot of many things" was kind of famous in the area. I had no idea.

Now of course my friend was pleased to tell me that having cured his father from death, I had the honor of getting something from this wonderful pot. The rest of the village all cheered and clapped.

I thought that I might have figured out why he was "dying" in the first place. I was introduced to "the pot". It was awkwardly perched over a smoldering fire.

Floating inside was several inches of cloudy looking grease on top of what looked like a layer of grayish oatmeal. I was supposed to reach into the warm mush and grab whatever I "wanted".

So I planned to find something that felt like cartilage, and definitely avoid anything spherical. I plunged my arm into the greasy sludge and felt around for something small….

I ended up with a little bit of some ancient meaty something that unfortunately had a larger bit of something dangling from it.

Everyone looked it over and tried to guess what it might have once been and where it had come from.

The verdict was that I had a piece of camel lung that had been killed sometime within the last few years. They briefly reminisced about how that was a good camel.

I forced a big smile and tried to swallow it whole… which was kind of impeded by that dangly bit. I concentrated on not gagging and managed it somehow.

Then immediately started chewing on a couple of the foamy purple vitamin pills to cover the taste.

Unfortunately swallowing it like that convinced them that I must be really hungry and being a miracle worker, I was entitled to more than the traditional one piece.

I did my best to convince them that I was full, but having just walked 20 miles they were not buying it.

I had heard a rumor that some donkey bits had been deposited within the last week or so, so this time I thought I would go for that since at least it was comparatively fresh.

So I stuck my hand back in the greasy oatmeal mush and felt around until I found a chunk of something that felt kind of spongy and meat like… and made sure it was not attached to any other dangly bits.

This one they thought was a piece of donkey brain from last week sometime. Success! It looked like a piece of fat, vaguely noodily shaped and covered in grey greasy slime.

I popped it in my mouth and tried to pretend to chew without actually biting it. Unfortunately I bit it by accident… it was juicy.

I instantly coughed up a bit of vomit, but forced myself to swallow it and the chunk of something before I spewed all over the grinning not-dead father standing in front of me.

My eyes were watering and my nose was running and I had probably changed to some shade of blotchy red which was a bit of a trick to my audience.

I smiled as best I could and focused on not throwing up… which meant really not moving or breathing at all.

My stomach settled before I passed out and I instantly insisted that I had to go, "other peoples lives are depending on me" … or something like that.

Then did my best super-hero impression by dashing off into the dark, where my friends later found me.

The real miracle was that even though I later tried to throw it up, I could not… and I never got sick from it. The old man was still alive when we left several years later.