The story of the little bird

The story of the little bird

A little baby bird was left alone high up in a tree.
It was a cold night, he was lonely and started to chirp.
His chirping and loneliness got the best of him
and soon he fell out of the tree on to the ground.

President Obama receiving Nobel peace prize.. Prematurely.

President Obama receiving Nobel peace prize, prematurely.

Things went from bad to worse and soon he was shivering uncontrollably in the cold.
He started to chirp real loud hoping someone would come to his rescue.
Minutes later a large bull came down the path and noticed the bird.
The bull thought there’s not a lot I can do to help this bird.
Then it came to him, he lifted up his tail and took a dump on the little bird.
After the job was finished the bull walked on leaving the bird alone.

The bird didn’t quite know what to make of this situation.
On one hand (or should we say — wing?), he was a lot warmer and no longer was shivering.
On the other, he was up to his eyeballs in a stinking, dirty and gooey cow patty.
He thought this is too much to bear and started chirping loudly, even louder than before.

After a few minutes of non-stop chirping, the sound carried through the air, even farther than the stench of the cow patty.
The chirping caught the ear of a wolf, so the wolf decided to investigate.
Before long the wolf found the little bird firmly ensconced in dung.
The wolf asked the little bird what was wrong? ~ (Wolves sometimes ask the most obvious questions, it makes them appear smarter than they actually are.)

The little bird said he fell out of the tree,
landed on the path and was freezing cold.
Moments after he fell, a large animal (the bird was young and wasn’t fully acquainted with bull yet),
came along and took a huge dump all over him.

It seemed OK at first because it was warm however the dirt and stench were getting to him.
The wolf said, I can solve your problems.
Would you like me to do that for you?

The little bird tweeted… YES! YES! (I learned to translate bird speak through an on-line correspondence course)

So the wolf took the bird out of the cow pie, dusted him off and then promptly swallowed him.
Gray wolf
… There’s a moral to the story. Care to hear it?  (I know you’re actually reading it but some of you are reading this out loud… I know because I saw your lips move!)

All of us occasionally find ourselves either isolated and/or uncomfortable.
We may open our mouths and make a lot of noise.  (There’s more… be patient)

(1) Not everyone who seems to be making it hard on you is your enemy.

(2) Not everyone who says they want to help is your friend.

(3) And above all, when you’re in deep shit, it’s best to keep your mouth shut!

Wacko birds.. Those are the words used by Senator McCain to describe anyone who doesn’t support even a limited strike on Syria because they don’t want America involved in the conflict. A smidgen of understanding regional history should tell you the middle east has been embroiled in conflict for over a millennium. We are not going to get them to conduct themselves in a manner we think appropriate by launching a few cruise missiles and smart bombs.

The real wacko birds? Those who think you can buy friendship.
Those who automatically assume the enemy of my enemy is my friend.
Those who think that we can inflict all manner of “collateral damage” without creating any ill will among our victims.
Those who think arming our enemies, the Muslim Brotherhood and possibly al Quaeda in Syria is a good idea, and not
prima-facie evidence of supporting terrorism.

There is no national security interest in Syria. There are precious few good guys to defend, especially among combatants.