Scales Falling?

I note in my morning tour through the lamestream media that there is a sudden burst of editorializing and commentary from the European press (especially the British) that sounds — (gasp) — rational!

One hardly knows what to say after the past three or four years of non-stop, unmitigated America- and Bush-bashing…

Just this morning, I read:

— A British commentator supporting the notion of paying extra attention to young male Arabs (that would be “racial profiling"!) in airport security. He talked about how Europeans have been in a state of denial about the threat of radical Islamic fundamentalism — and how the U.S. is the only place that isn’t! Obviously he isn’t tuned into our moonbats, but that’s ok…

— A French editorial talking about America’s “good example” when it comes to integrating immigrants into society.

— A British commentator praising American patriotism and our willingness to fight for our freedoms, even when those wars are overseas. He spoke disparagingly of the European tendency to see Americans as “primitive” and “unsophisticated", saying that in reality it was they (the Europeans) who were being unsophisticated as they pretended that terrorism wasn’t predominantly carried out by Islamic fascists.

What’s that I hear? I think it’s the sound of pigs flying. Yes, yes — a whole flock of them just flew over my house!

The Choice

Every parent wants to know about their childrens' career plans. But sometimes it might be better not knowing:

An old country preacher had a teenage son and it was getting time for the boy to give some thought to choosing a profession. Like many young men, the boy didn’t really know what he wanted to do, and he didn’t seem too concerned about it.

One day, while the boy was away at school, the father decided to try an experiment. He went into the boy’s room and placed on his study table three objects: a Bible, a silver dollar and a bottle of whiskey.

"I’ll just hide behind the door,” the old preacher said to himself, “and when he comes home from school this afternoon, I’ll see which object he picks up. If it’s the Bible, he’s going to be a preacher like me, and what a blessing that would be! If he picks up the dollar, he’s going to be a businessman, and that would be okay, too . But if he picks up the bottle, he’s going to be a no-good drunkard, and, Lord, what a shame that would be."

The old man waited anxiously, and soon heard his son’s footsteps as he entered the house whistling and headed for his room. He tossed his books on the bed, and as he turned to leave the room he spotted the objects on the table. With curiosity in his eyes, he walked over to inspect them.

Finally, he picked up the Bible and placed it under his arm. He picked up the silver dollar and dropped it into his pocket. He uncorked the bottle and took a big drink.

"Lord have mercy,” the old man whispered. “He’s gonna be a Politician!"

Did a few real politicians come right to mind as you read the punch line? Sure did for me…

Tip o’the hat to TonyL for this one…