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Caroline Glick on Iran's Western Enablers and what Aesop would say about it
History, Horse Sense
In case you miss it, Caroline posts my Aesop fable, here edited and expanded:
It would seem that arresting 49 Iranian agents in Egypt would make Egypt Israel’s friend. Really? Had they invaded their headquarters and killed 49 agents and captured the computers and revealed the extended plot to destabilize Egypt as a means into Israel, then they might be considered somewhat cautiously, friendly. This sounds as if it were a Saudi-led, Obama-fed, arrest to then find a common tactic to keep Egypt and Saudis on top, and use it to leverage Israel …. see how great we are protecting you. Reminds me of my favorite Aesop fable:
by Sir Roger L’Estrange (1692)
135. APPLES AND HORSE-TURDS (Perry) Upon a very great Fall of Rain, the Current carried away a huge Heap of Apples, together with a Dunghill that lay in the Watercourse. They floated a good while together like Brethren and Companions; and as they went thus dancing down in the Stream, the Horse-Turds would be every foot crying out still, Alack-a-day! How we Apples swim! http://mythfolklore.net/aesopica/lestrange/135.htm How many Million$ to we pay the Egyptian government horse turds who squander the money and pay homage to Islam, the kind that approves 58 year old men to marry 8 year old girl, but wishes to limit the sex until puberty? (Not kidding - http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/middleeast/saudiarabia/5152904/Saudis-to-review-marriage-law-after-8-year-old-weds-man-58.html No worry about Shia Iran, really, cause that’s Sunni business. Iran there arrests Western Journalist who buys wine …Firewater. Bad stuff. (Well heck yea, she was probably going to give it to the 8 year old). Posted by David Custis Kimball | April 15, 2009 3:02 AM
Of course, I had a longer version, which considered the scene: deluge of water, apples being displaced and going to ruin, and the horse turds too. But turds are gleeful about ruin… hey that’s what makes them turds. Nobody ever names their baby Turd or Turdie if it’s a girl. Turds gleeful about ruin, and that’s supposed to cheer me, an Apple up? Does not. So Turds can be expected to think like turds, gleeful upon ruin. The question, are there 72 virgin turds (never been touched by a fly) waiting in the lake or ocean for each Turd?
The other thing that bothers me is that when I tell this fable, the person I’m telling it to often thinks I calling him or her a Turd or Turdie (that’s inferred - I almost said inturd). Why don’t they consider themselves another Apple, and yea aren’t those turds idiots? Try it; see for yourself. It might be better than a confessional. Especially tell it to someone who has just done some fakey wizardo… like pour glue into the middle of a bagel and pass it off as a cheese danish. Wow… that really is important …. now listen to my story: wham … they scurrie away like the virgin destined turds they celebrate.
And that’s a wrap …. phew
