5 Sep 2015

And Then A Parable….

I see Dave caved in right quick relating to the intake of 'refugees' {Refugees? They're kidding, right?}  after a little heart tugging media opportunistic photo 'journalism' and the expected outpourings from the usual suspects; the handwringers, the bedwetters and the BBC. Tough call eh buddy? Good cave Dave.

As sad as it all is, what's the betting that if the father of this unfortunate family had been ol' whitey, moving his family from a place of safety to a place of safety via a  hazardous rout, he'd have been banged up right quick on charges of reckless, culpable homicide?

Moving on, and with thanks, again, to Rickey for reminding me of this ever-green story. At the risk of being repetitive, it works on so many levels.

   Once upon a time there was a king who wanted to go fishing so he called the royal weather forecaster and enquired as to the weather forecast for the next few hours.
  
The weatherman assured him that there was no chance of rain in the coming days so the king went fishing with his wife, the Queen. On the way he met a farmer on his donkey.
  
Upon seeing the king the farmer said, "Your Majesty, you should return to the palace at once because in just a short time I expect a huge amount of rain to fall in this area." The king was polite and considerate and replied: "I hold the palace meteorologist in high regard. He is an extensively educated and experienced professional. And besides, I pay him very high wages. He gave me a very different forecast. I trust him and I will continue on my way." So he continued on his way.
  
However, a short time later a torrential rain fell from the sky. The King and Queen were totally soaked and their entourage chuckled upon seeing them in such a shameful condition.
  
Furious, the king returned to the palace and gave the order to fire the weatherman at once!
   Then he summoned the farmer and offered him the prestigious and high paying role of royal forecaster.
The farmer said, "Your Majesty, I do not know anything about forecasting. I obtain my information from my donkey. If I see my donkey's ears start drooping, it means with certainty that it will rain."
  
So the king hired the donkey. 
   Thus
began the practice of hiring asses to work in the government and occupy its highest and most influential positions.

I'll leave you with an old advert and in view of continually unfolding stories of sadness, Timidadians, if you're still here, look away now:
Man with leaky rowboat wishes to meet lady with two kilos of calking compound. Objective; a hunky dory.

Quote;  Thanhha Lai.

“How can we scramble away like rats, without honour, without dignity, when everyone must help rebuild the country?”

2 comments:

Caratacus said...

“How can we scramble away like rats, without honour, without dignity, when everyone must help rebuild the country?”

Believe me, Thanhha Lai, the rats who scramble away are the ones you need least, they would be fickle associates at best in any case. It is the ones who stay to rebuild who are the strongest and most deserving.

Mac said...

Caratacus,
Well said Sir.
The head of the nail struck with a mighty blow.