The King’s Donkey, Shame On You Shame On Me, Al Gore & The English Teacher, Al Gore & The Glaciers

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Do you know why all good stories start out “Once upon a time”? I don’t know either, they just do. Sometimes things in life seem to have been there forever. Even the first book of the Bible, Genesis, starts “In the beginning”. Now that’s Once upon a time, said a different way, kinda.


Once upon a time there was a king who wanted to go fishing. He called the royal weather forecaster and wanted to know the weather forecast for the next few hours. The royal weatherman assured him that there was not even a slight chance of rain for several days. So the king went fishing.


Now when the king goes fishing it’s not just the king and a can of worms, oh no. It’s also the queen. The king and queen can never go anywhere without their man and maid servers who attend to every wish of the  king and queen.


Then should the king and queen decide to go outside the palace, they have to be protected. So too goes the forerunner of the secret service, the protectors of the crown. Of course the royal groupies, the royal court, must also go along. Where  the king goes, the groupies follow. Even the court jester has to go fishing, just in case the king needs some entertainment. And so it was that by the time everybody got ready to go fishing, the fishing party numbers swelled to 497. Not counting the worms of course.


On the way the king 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 Iexpect a huge amount of rain to fall in this area”.

The king was most polite and considerate, he replied: “I hold the palace meteorologist in high regard. He is an extensively educated and experienced professional. 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 the fishing party continued on.

However, a short time later a torrential rain fell from the sky. The King and Queen were totally soaked and their royal court  chuckled under their breath upon seeing them in such a wet state of affairs. Furious, the king returned to the palace and gave the order to fire the royal weatherman immediately!

Then he summoned the farmer and offered him the prominent and high paying role of royal weather 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 drooping, it means with certainty that it will rain.”

So the king hired the donkey.  And that, boys and girls, was the real beginning of the practice of hiring asses to work in the government and occupy its highest and most influential positions.


And it all happened Once Upon A Time.


Much as expected when last week I poked fun at Hillary Clinton, the crazies got on my case.  Those folks forever use the same old and tired tactic. That being, when you can’t defend your position by disputing facts and recorded records, then attack the messenger, and so they did.


It continues to amazes me that so many left leaning “progressive liberal”(a term they call themselves, I for one have a different name to call ‘em) minded people believe “shame on you” is a proper retort to factual statements.  Another favorite phrase used by of those folks in an attempt to shut off any different opinion to their own point of view is “you disappoint me”. DUH! Disappointment is a two way street.

I sometimes wonder if progressive liberalism is a form of mental illness. 50 years of the liberal “War on Poverty”. Poverty won the war, plain and simple. More poverty now than 50 years ago. Look at major cities controlled by progressive liberal politicians. Detroit, Baltimore, Chicago, Washington D.C., Ferguson, MO. The common thread over the last several decades, progressive liberal administrations.


The common result of decades of progressive liberal administrations in these cities, well I don’t really have to list them. You already hear and see about them most every night on the news. Too much crime, too much murder, too much drug use, too much single parent homes.  The solution is always dump more money down the rat hole.  It’s kinda like having a flat tire on your car. You can pump more air in and watch it leak out  while never gaining on the problem. Or you can fix the flat. Progressive liberal thinking has never fixed a flat.


The above is in response to an email from a lady in Seattle WA getting on my case for a couple weeks ago commenting about my ole friend Al Gore. Guess she must have taken umbrage to my comments about Al Gore. So the lady said shame on you, you disappoint me.  What the hell, I don’t even know the ole girl and she’s shaming on me??? That just not right. And I’m disappointing her. Well lotte-da.


Most of you already know of my friend in Nebraska who’s a retired high school English Teacher. She has forever reviewed my writing for correct English and most ever week points out my lack of proper use of the English Language and the written word. One time she was particularly critical of how I had said something. I told her if she’s that critical to just stop reading. I was then told it was not my  choice as to what she reads. And for me to just shut up and write. Well, me and this ole girl, we just get along. Oh, and she usually gives me a weekly grade. Sometimes a good grade, sometimes not so good. But always a little smiley face at the end of her email.


I reference my Nebraska friend here because on the same day as the shame on you email, I get an email from Nebraska thanking me for once again socking it to Al Gore. Seems my English Teacher friend is not a fan of the inventor of the internet.


Just one quick mention of Al Gore and we’ll leave that sleeping  dog lie. On the day Al Gore was born there were 130,000 glaciers in the whole world. Today, after all the good work Al Gore has done in weather research, first with Global Warming, then when that didn’t work out right, jumping smack dab into Climate Change, there are only 130,000 glaciers left in the whole world. Guess Al Gore must be doing something right.


From The EastWing, The King’s Donkey, Shame On You Shame On Me, Al Gore & The English Teacher, Al Gore & The Glaciers.


I Wish You Well,

BobbyRay At  The EastWing