I have an early Christmas present 4 you all & Ms Rachel Maddow. Enjoy. A Skunk, a Jar, two Politicians & a Kind-hearted Brunette by Glynn Wynstyn (Written in 2010) It was a quite sunny and rather warm day on that old Appalachian Trail as a wandering little skunk foraged for something to eat. Upon the trail, the little one discovered a jar. It was not just any jar, but rather one from which emerged the sweet fragrance of strawberries. The little skunk loved the taste of strawberries, but was somewhat puzzled by the absence of any in the jar. Instead of strawberries, there was this strange concoction sticking to the bottom of jar which also possessed the exact color of strawberries, but did not look like strawberries. But the smell betrayed its nature and that was enough for that little skunk. Since it had the smell of strawberries and the right color as well, then it must be strawberries sticking to the bottom of that jar, the little one concluded. The little skunk just wanted to devour that concoction that possessed the very sweet scent of strawberries. The little skunk proceeded to stick its little head into that jar and having managed to bring that ambrosia that smelled like strawberries within the reach of his little tongue. The little one then proceeded to lick that sticky concoction and introduce that ambrosia to his taste buds. Those little buds then informed him that not only did that concoction possessed the scent of strawberries, it also tasted better than any strawberry the little one had ever had before. It was very sweet indeed. Having finished off that very sweet strawberry-like ambrosia, the little skunk discovered to his horror that he could not get his little head out of that jar. Try as he might, the little one could not extract his head from that jar. At that very moment, a very important man came hiking down that trail. This was the Governor of the great state of South Carolina looking forward to his upcoming rendezvous with his unmarried Argentine mistress. When he encountered that little skunk, he had no compassion for him whatsoever. It would have been understandable if he was afraid of being sprayed with that noxious odor that skunks have, but that was not the case at all. Helping the little skunk in distress was not even considered. He just looked at that unfortunate little skunk and shrugged his shoulders. Cant help you skunk. Im too much in a hurry. Theres a very important meeting I have to attend with my mistress. Then, he was on his very merry, married way to meet with his merry, unmarried mistress who possessed a university doctorate in international affairs. Next came another very important man who was one of the Senators of the South Carolina whom the Governor allegedly governed. He had even less compassion for the little skunk than the governor. He also gave no consideration to help the poor little skunk. When he saw the little one, he just shook his head and declared, “This must be your Waterloo. Youre finished. Just cant help you. I really need to see that damn governor. I know hes somewhere on this here trail. As for yourself, youre on your own.” Then, he was gone as well. But unlike the Governor, he had no merry unmarried mistress to meet. The next person hiking down that trail was not a man of importance. It was not even a man. It was a woman- a rather quite, charming brunette possessing a very sweet and kind-hearted temperament. When she saw the little skunk, it just broke her heart to see the little ones precarious predicament. Poor little one, says she. “You poor little skunk.” She briefly considered the risks, but the decided to help the little skunk anyway. Kneeling down, she gently caressed the little one to put him at ease while easing the jar gently off his head. Once unencumbered by the jar, the little skunk looked into the caring eyes of that very nice woman, turned around and walked away. The little skunk understood the kind nature of this stranger who helped him in his time of need and therefore did not spray her. Instead, the little skunk sought out that governor who gave him no help and that Senator who gave him no help and sprayed them both. This gave that nice woman, whose first name was Rachel, an exclusive story on her MSNBC news show- the Rachel Maddow Show. It was about how Governor Mark Sanford and Senator Jim Demint became a couple of stinkers. That is not quite the ending one would expect from a version of a Good Samaritan story, but then again, this really is not that story. Rachel Really Rocks!!! Pass it on.
Posted on: Tue, 11 Nov 2014 21:11:25 +0000
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