Posted by
Bob Siegel on Wednesday, July 15, 2009 1:46:12 AM
The following story is from my childhood. I need to begin with a disclaimer. I was a fairly normal kid. Honestly, I was. Why do I start by offering such reassurance? Because I am about to share an incident which will sound sadistic and I was not sadistic. I was a kindly youth who had no desire to hurt anything or anybody. I was, however, a creative young lad and at about six years of age, my creativity took an unusual direction. I decided to create a hospital for bees and I talked some friends into helping.
Yes, my friends and I built a miniature bee hospital, with bee beds and little sticks used as doctor's instruments. Where did we get the bee patients? Well...ah...um..err...by dropping rocks on real, live, honest to goodness bees and wounding them so that they would need to use our bee hospital.
Looking back at this strange time in my youth, many questions can be asked: While other kids were learning to play baseball, why did I have a desire to build a hospital for bees? And how is it that my eccentric creativity blinded me to how cruel I was actually being to my "patients?" But the biggest question of all is this: Inasmuch as I learned how to solve problems by producing a crisis and then controlling the situation, why did I not pursue a career in politics? When I look at the solutions to Health Care, Global Warming and other "catastrophes" that are supposedly solved only by signing over more and more of our freedom to a government that rides in on its white horse, I wonder how many people from the Obama administration were trained by building their own bee hospitals.
This is Bob Siegel, making the obvious, obvious.
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