Wednesday, September 21, 2011

The lion that roared

Once upon a time, there was a lion that eventually roared. He was a tall, wimpy, skinny lion. There were whispers about him throughout the kingdom. All the people he was supposed to protect were worried that he would not warn them and protect them when danger would come. They did not think he had the strength and were always nervous when they heard him trying to roar hiding behind a tree or in a tall thicket of grass.

On one beautiful day in September, the lion roared! He roared so loudly and so very hard he shook everything around for miles. Peopled feared a hurricane or something even worst. The lion was angry. He was angry because he wanted to have jobs and lower taxes for all of the people he was to protect. There was singing and dancing all around. The music was loud and joyous. The people had never heard the lion roar before and showed their appreciation.

Small groups of maiden girls and little boys sang Hosannas and dogs barked and women began swooning into the arms of their joyous husbands amongst waving flags and colorful banners.

Just as suddenly as it began, celebrations came to a screeching halt. Whispers began again. Shades were drawn and windows were covered. The village square would be empty again when the lion came around and even the once friendly dogs would run and hide.

The word was the mighty lion now had his foot in his mouth. For some reason strange to his people, the lion had put his foot in his mouth and it had gotten stuck deep down in his throat. It was even stranger to them seeing a lion trying to walk with his foot in his mouth. The lion had said he would veto any motion to let their Palestinians friends have a state of their own. Everybody waited to see if their protector would ever roar again. They wondered if he would ever make them feel safe again as he did regarding their taxes and jobs. They waited, and waited…..
As always,
BB

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