Bed-Time Stories For Adults
Throughout history parables (bed-time stories) have been told to children of every culture. They are usually constructed in deceptively entertaining ways, but done so to inform through the medium of entertainment.
As a child I recall parables of this sort–all but lost today, it seems. I remember the tales which subtly taught me about the value of industriousness in “The Three Little Pigs”, the wisdom imparted to me in the lessons of how strangers of ill will sometimes disguise themselves as someone disarming and familiar in the tale of “Little Red Riding Hood”. I recall the lessons about the importance of consistent honesty in “The Boy Who Cried Wolf”.
You don’t really notice it at the time, but these stories tend to creep into your sub-conscience where they reside forever to inform your behavior and your attitudes in ways too subtle to notice. They become quiet little life lessons that we carry with us on our journey …like tiny little sub-routines written into our programming code.
Of course…we’re adults now and as such we eventually come to realize that these quaint stories, valid as they were, are grossly insufficient to fully prepare us for the full weight of the abject evil which awaits us in the dark corners of human imagination. There simply are no “Bed Time Stories” with which to prepare a child for the ponderous weight which they will one day be forced to carry. To invent one would be to deny them their brief moment of innocence–for those lucky enough to have any at all.
Over the last 18 months, pundits and prognosticators have offered all manner of opinion in an effort to explain behaviors exhibited by the Obama Administration (and their cronies in the democrat party) in their efforts to deal with a myriad of problems which have befallen our nation…and indeed, the world.
How to explain their rewarding of the very hucksters in the investment industry who created the very crisis which now haunts us?
Why are they spending a $Trillion of money we don’t have to sustain the very grotesque bureaucracies in State and local governments which are writing our epithet?
Why did the Obama Administration sit on their collective hands while Millions of gallons of toxic oil threatened to envelope the Gulf and its industries with it? More than sitting on their collective hands-but our Chief Executive actually took 3 (count them…THREE) vacations while exacerbating the loss to the region by effectively eliminating yet another 10,000 jobs in an area already hit hard in the span of a short few years with his illegal oil drilling embargo?
And…speaking of jobs: Why would the administration threaten to sue the State Of Arizona for enforcing immigration law at a time when legitimate residents (both citizens and legal guest workers) are struggling to find jobs?
Why is it that, against the expressed will of the American people, the Obama Administration and the democrats expending their collective political capital just to make an already cumbersome and wasteful system of Health Care infinitely more cumbersome and wasteful?
Where are the Bed-Time Stories which would inform our “programming” so that we might subtly “know” these answers?
The net and the news are full of conflicting opinion. Some claim that the ever clever Obama is a crypto-genius carefully working a predetermined plan. Others opine that he is simply a left-wing agitator (a “Community Organizer”) who finds himself with the levers of power but without a clue as to how to work them. “In over his head” is what they say.
I suggest that BOTH explanations can be true simultaneously. He can be an ideologue with a plan and still be in over his head IF….the plan is simple enough. And it is!
The “Plan” is so simple because it is time-honored by every totalitarian and oppressor who has ever existed. It’s a “plan” that resides at the very core of the democrat party…and has for over 70 years. It is a “Plan” which resides as a “tiny sub-routine” in the programming of every leftist who has ever lived. It’s a plan and an abject evil for which the parables we tell our children are insufficient to describe.
But…we’re adults now. And yet…we seem confused and unable to process what is happening on a basic, gut level. It occurs to me that what we need is a parable (a Bed-Time Story) for adults. One that we can relay to each other time and again and incorporate as a tiny sub-routine which can inform us on our journey…and help us to understand what awaits us in Grandma’s bed if we’re not careful.
And so…here is your bed-time story:
In the months prior to Allied resistance to the advance of Nazi Germany, Stalin, Churchill and Roosevelt met in secret to discuss strategies by which they might encourage their war-weary populations to awaken from their isolationist slumber and head off an existential threat building on their borders.
After long hours of fruitless debate, Stalin decided that a demonstration of his preferred method would be illustrative.
He left the room and returned a short time later carrying a house Cat and a bottle of hot sauce.
He encouraged Chruchill and Roosevelt to devise a way to get the cat to eat the hot-sauce.
Churchill went first (as his population was under the most immediate threat) and he attempted to feed the hot sauce to the cat in small little spoon-fulls. But…the cat took one taste and refused another.
Roosevelt was next. He drew from his experience and attempted to hide the sauce in the middle of a fresh fish and offered it to the cat, but the cat (being more clever than Roosevelt’s fellow Americans) smelled the offending substance and refused to take a taste.
Finally…Stalin arose, seized the cat, turned him upside down and proceeded to pour the entire bottle of hot sauce into the poor animal’s rectum.
The cat became insane with agony. He flung himself from Stalin’s arms, spun onto the floor and began to furiously lick at the offending substance until it was all gone and then the cat collapsed in exhaustion.
Upon this…Stalin sat down in his chair, took a long puff on his cigar, slowly exhaled and said:
“Do you see there, Comrades? Not only did I get the cat to eat the entire bottle of hot-sauce….but I got him to do it of his own free will”.
What Obama and the democrats want is for the financial system to be so broken and corrupt that you will beg for the government to control it.
They want unemployment to be so bad that you will beg for more “stimulus spending” and more unemployment dollars.
They want the debt to be so bad that you will BEG them for higher taxes to stop the damage to the economy.
They want the Gulf states to suffer so much environmental damage and economic loss that we will BEG them for their wasteful and fruitless carbon taxes and alternative energy schemes.
And..they want the Health care system to collapse so completely that you will BEG on bended knee for the government to take it over, once and for all.
The Obama Administration and the democrats have you upside down and there is a 5 gallon enema bag swollen with hot sauce hovering above you.
And you have to decide whether you’re going to force yourself from their arms now…or after it’s been administered.
Go to your representatives and go to the polls because this could easily be your last chance to avoid the otherwise inevitable alternative.
Sleep tight…
Oh….and don’t forget to say your bedtime prayers.
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July 20th, 2010 at 10:27 PM
Excellent post.