Sunday Sermon
The following story is paraphrased from memory, and originally found in Dan Millman's "The Way of the Peaceful Warrior", a book I treasured (you hippies out there would probably love it!) when I was growing up as a gymnast (one of my future college roommmates and teammates was coached by the author, fyi):
There once was a beloved king, whose castle stood on a high hill, overlooking the shire. So popular was he, that the nearby townsfolk brought gifts to him daily; and his birthday celebration was enjoyed throughout the kingdom.Inspired by Seth's post regarding liberal ideology made law in California school systems.
The people loved him for his renowned wisdom and fair judgments.
One day, tragedy took the town: The water supply became polluted and quite poisonous. Every man, woman, and child went insane. Only the king, who drank from a private spring, was spared.
Soon after the tragedy, the mad townspeople began speaking about how strangely the king was acting and how his judgments were poor and his wisdom a sham. No longer did the people come pay him visits, or celebrate his birthday. The lonely king, high on his hill, received no company at all.
Eventually, the king decided to leave his high hill and pay a visit to the town below. It was a warm day, and so he drank from the village fountain. That night, a great celebration took place, for all the people rejoiced that their beloved king had regained his sanity.
Labels: Arnold Schwarzenegger, California, Indoctrination, Liberalism, parable
posted by The WordSmith from Nantucket at 2/24/2008 04:42:00 PM
8 Comments:
"There once was a beloved king, whose castle stood on a high hill, overlooking the shire. So popular was he, that the nearby townsfolk brought gifts to him daily; and his birthday celebration was enjoyed throughout the kingdom.
The people loved him for his renowned wisdom and fair judgments."
Sounds like Mike's America so far. After those two paragraphs not so much.
As a child of the Age of Aquarius, I'll have to check out the book you referenced!
The people's well was obviously Kool-aid. I used to drink from that well. Then I found bottled water.
Me thinks you have the story bassackwards. I think the story goes; the King's well became polluted when a bus load of politicians from the Mainstreet group stopped at a nearby turnpike rest facility. The pipes were corroded and they leached the fluids from these afflicted persons into the King's kool-aide well.
The King then drank the kool-aide and became insane with moderate centricity and the people were shocked and saddened that the King had become so afflicted. To make their dear King feel much better they came to the castle and drank from the Kool-aide well and became afflicted with the deadly moderate centricity malady too.
Their Kingdom nearly went broke from all the spending and fewer and fewer workers were forced to work more and more to support those afflicted with the wishy washy affliction. You see, the moderate centricity affliction makes those afflicted to vacillate and become indecisive and will do anything to please other people even if it's not good for the Kingdom.
Then one day things changed. One among them stopped drinking from the King's Kool-aide well and saw the damage that had been inflicted. That one secreted them self under the castle and drained the well and found a new source from a the right side of the castle. This hero then filled the well with clean fresh water and all those that drank from it became well.
All those except the King became well, you see, the King was actually the one who contaminated the well and was happy to be afflicted my moderate centricity because the neighboring Kingdom down the road had treated him to some of their highly spiked leftnist kool-aide and they praised the King highly when he became one of them.
The people had no choice but to watch the King delude himself but he faded away after time and the people found a new King that had recovered from the centricity affliction. He led them down the path of rightlyness and they all lived happlisly ever after.
Something tells me Jennifer is not enamored with President Bush.
Great correlation here, Wordsmith. Thanks! :)
I think someone spiked jennifer's punch. Her speech looks a wee bit slurred.
My lament wasn't about President Bush Gayle. It was about the new King.
My speech wasn't slurred it's called artistic license. My editing still leaves something to be desired though. The small comment box is not conducive to my inducive.
Oh... Okay, Jennifer. LOL!
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