The Wolf Who Ate Chicken Little

Cracker, at times, forces me to listen to Air America. Often through threat of bodily harm.
Jerry Springer I can stand. After all, is Jerry Springer....of The Jerry Springer Show. Who in their right mind could take this man seriously? ‘Cross dressing hillbilly midgets who dress too sexy weigh in on the ‘culture of corruption’, And Dick Cheney lies, but is he the real baby daddy? All today on The Springer Show.’
But I have a much harder time dealing with Al Franken. He is grating and boring, but mostly
redundant and irritating. Why, you may ask? Well, there are only so many times my aural senses can be assaulted by the words, ‘lie’, ‘lies’, ‘liar’, ‘lying’, or any other tense, contraction, or slang for the base word ‘lie’.
My God, Al, we get it. Bush and his regime lie. Every day, every hour. Even, I am sure in their dreams. They are liars. Lying liars who lie even when they’re lying in their liable sleep.
It gets painful to listen to. Al, the horse is dead.
So Cracker and I came up with a way in which we could listen without the need to physically tear the radio from the dash in a mad psychotic rage. A drinking game. Take a shot every time Mr. Franken uses any form of the base word ‘lie’.
Cracker then gets what he wants...he can to listen to his favorite radio station, he no longer need hide in the closet. And I get what I want, to be so drunk after only five minutes that I can no longer comprehend Mr. Franken’s annoying assault on my rational mind.

But let us get serious for a moment.
It came to my mind one sunny day while listening to Mr. Franken drone on, that the only way to get through to some people is to speak to them in their own language. If someone is acting like a child, one must treat them like a child. Speak to them like one would to a child. It is hard to argue that many on the activist Left do not, in fact, opine and act in a childlike manner. Narcissistic and bratty. Juvenile and immature.
I, like most of you I am sure, was read stories as a child. Many were just puff, but a few had a message. A basic moral statement aimed to influence the values of the child. To teach life lessons. To build character.
There are two stories I believe the Left need revisit. The story of ‘The Boy Who Cried Wolf’ and ‘Chicken Little’.
If you recall these stories, their themes are much the same. The boy ‘cries wolf’ so often that when there is true peril, no one listens. Chicken Little shouts ‘the sky is falling’ to anyone follish enough to listen, finally in the end, meeting a dire fate.
When Mr. Franken beats the dead horse of ‘lies’, he injures his own ability to be taken seriously. He loses credibility.
When the Left continues to cry of a loss of rights and freedoms, and yet those losses never seem to in reality appear; they slowly lose any influence those cries may have held.
When they attack every Bush appointee as a racist, fascist, xenophobe who will surely be the end of all civilization as we know it, they look like simple minded children toying with the fears of the masses when the end does not in fact occur..
When they carp on the sad state of the economy and the dire straits of the poor in America and it is obvious to most intellectually honest persons that these things simply are not the case, they look like silly little chickens calling for the end.
All this would be quiet cute, if it were not for the inherent hazards. As in the boy and the wolf, when real danger is threatened, it then often goes unheeded. Or as with Chicken Little, the real peril is ignored while make believe dangers are childishly pursued.
But in the end, it is simply a problem of discernment. Of knowing where to use one’s energy. Of understanding what is true danger. Of identifying what battles to fight. These abilities are learned through maturity and wisdom. Can we really expect such things from the mind of a child?