I could never get home from school with being bullied by piists–pious piists, who think they own the world. I came from a poor tau family, and every day my dad would come home from the bar drunk, saying how some day he was going to show those “goddamn, self-righteous, stuck-up, Cadillac pis just what was what.” And that’s what he did. He stormed into the Bureau of Weights and Measures office one clear morning–I’ll never forget that day–and went on a rampage, recalculating everything by different terms. It was a horrible scene. They still talk about it today. He was a good man. I can’t say I agree completely with what he did, but I’ll always be proud of my dad for sticking up for our people.
At first I was all like pffft, those posers. Pi is awesome and everyone knows it. How dare they besmirch the beautiful boundless pi? But then I read the manifesto. Like Paul of Tarsus inventing the slide rule, the scales fell off my eyes. I knew then and there that Tau is the one true trig constant.
I think if early mathematicians had gone for the more sensible Tau, and we’d had six fingers on each hand (hence widespread use of the more tractable base 12), we would already be scooting around in flying cars, rather than in the 2150 estimated by latest projections. Just another reason to hate Pi.