It has been a very long time since I posted anything to this BLOG. I finally reached a point of inspiration that ignited a desire to write. This desire may not last beyond today, but let me take advantage while the fire is hot.
Last evening I sat at the kitchen table with Lovely, and one of my Lion friends. We drank copious amounts of red wine drawn from a box, and covered many topics, most of which were forgettable. Some of the best involved Trump’s idea to take Gaza away from the Palestinians and build it into something they would desire to have. That would be no small task. After seeing pictures of the devastation, the job looks immense. Not only does it look massive, it is enormous.
The topic shifted to immigration, and I suggested that we migrate the entire Palestinian population to Greenland, where there is plenty of open space. They could live in peace with the natives and polar bears. I tend to punish people I don’t care for by sending them to icy places, especially if they live in an idyllic Mediterranean atmosphere. Somehow the topic shifted again to all the languages our government spends money on to help immigrants assimilate into our society. This is another topic, that is, one of government stupidity. Instead of spending money on teaching people to speak English we want to keep them happy by speaking in their native tongues. There are about 200 countries in the world today, and most of them have their own language. This idea sparked a new concept in my aged mind. America is like the story of the Tower of Babel. We are the tower reaching toward heaven. All the migrants are clamoring to join us to help the construction so they too can get to heaven. God sees us beginning to make some real progress and decides that He must teach us a lesson. He sends us help in the form of migrants who speak in many different languages and we can no longer communicate with one another. Thus the construction of the tower leading to heaven can not be completed.
The tap on the box of wine we were using slowed to a drip and our guest decided it was time for him to leave. As we walked him to his car, I began showing him various art pieces that hung on our walls and sparks of embers ignited new conversations until finally, he disappeared into the darkness of the night.
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