Down From The Mountain

40An old lion who had lived his entire life high upon the mountain, decided one day to go down into the valley to see what life there was all about.  He walked around for awhile, and inspected all there was to see in this valley, until late afternoon.

At that point in time, he decided he was hungry, so he set out to find some game for his meal.

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I Don’t Understand

I don’t understand why Runway Models walk the way they do.

I don’t understand how a black cow, can eat green grass, under a blue sky and produce white milk.

I don’t understand the phrase … Settle your tax debt for pennies on the dollar … Why are we not allowed to send in pennies … instead of dollars?

I don’t understand why Radio Shack wants my name and address to sell me batteries.

I don’t understand where all the overweight people are on television sitcoms … all the people in the background are always perfect, and extremely attractive, no one is overweight or obese.

I don’t understand this “New American Democracy.” Politicians equating dissent with treason.

I don’t understand why all the women on TV, not just a few, but all of them, want to have sex. And my wife doesn’t.

I don’t understand what is so glorious or patriotic about a picture of a G.I with a rifle in his hands.

I don’t understand media fiction and internet truth. The worst journalistic judgment of the year. Time Magazine’s pick of Man Of The Hour … ABC’s Person of the week.

I don’t understand … “They found the victims charred and burned body in the gutted car” and police “suspect foul play.” Why three time offenders are paroled and put back on the street.

I don’t understand how someone on television grabs his passport and goes to Tahiti and the average American has to wait for a passport six to twelve months.

I don’t understand people that call you with their number blocked (Private) and most always never leave a message, then complain when you do not call them back.

I don’t understand why we park on the driveway .. but drive on the parkway.

I don’t understand the National obsession with football, pro or otherwise.

I don’t understand why anyone in their right mind would want the name P. Diddy, and I don’t understand why anyone would want the old name … Puff Daddy.

I don’t understand … Britney Spears.

I don’t understand federal intervention and mandatory forced busing of students. This is a social study that did not work and is an utter failure. Why are so many kids bused to school in this country each day, especially when fuel supplies are in short supply.

I don’t understand why those amongst us, the Politically Correct Do-Gooders insist on hyphenating everyone when we are all Americans.

I don’t understand why the media would refer to the tragedy of 9-11 as New York’s’ best moment.

I don’t understand why the do-nut shop gives me a receipt for do-nuts, I am not bringing it back.

I don’t understand why we are selling off American infrastructure to foreign investment.

I don’t understand why more Afghanistan women are shoppers … There is a target on every corner.

I don’t understand how a turnpike built with tax payer funds and subsidized and maintained using tax dollars, can be sold by the governor of a state. Isn’t this “public property?” Who gave him the right to sell it to an Australian concern for the next 75 years.

I don’t understand:

Our home has had two garbage disposals, two dish-washers, two heating units, three hot water heaters, just as many air conditioning units …. But after all these years … the same original doorbell.

I don’t understand how a small country (Iceland) can run all of their cars, buses and trucks on Hydrogen fuel, but in the USA this technology is 20 years away.

I don’t understand how the government can track down a sick cow with mad cow disease, but cannot locate 22 million illegal aliens. Perhaps it is time to give each illegal a cow when they come across the border.

I don’t understand how any country in good conscience can spend some $10 billion a month fighting for a middle east country who’s citizens won’t even stand up and defend itself and allow little children to go to bed hungry here at home.

I don’t understand why they are allowed to pocket $80 billion in oil revenues, and we go bankrupt feeding and maintaining them on a daily basis.

I don’t understand why if the earth’s core is molten lava, hotter than the asphalt on a Texas Two-Lane in Mid July, then why aren’t we drilling into it and producing geothermal heat for our country’s energy needs.

I don’t understand how T. Boone Pickens can imagine the USA as the “Saudi Arabia of Wind Power” when we don’t have the electric lines in place to move anything generated.

I don’t understand why Germany has miles and miles of solar collectors alongside their interstate highways, producing cheap, reasonable electricity and all we have are fast-food joints and truck stops.

Show me a road, where I might go, show me the place where I might hide out for a season or two. A gentle place, where things make sense, where they are no poisoned darts, where heartaches do not abound.

Show me this road and take me south … To a place, where I might understand.