Canadian Bear,.... cute, hugable
but deadly! Oh boy, I'm scared... I better not get too close. Oops, I forgot... I brought PEPPER spray along!
So, you are a psssed-off bear, grunting and ripping up dirt!:roll:
You can't stand the Rolling Stone website? Journalism is not good enough for you, the WTF psssssed-off bear? Nice try for a joke!:lol:
As you should know, bear, a
rolling stone doesn't gather moss, so the news is always crispy and accurate, because no-one bothers tinkering with it to make it fit into the average brains of ... hmmm.... bears!:smile:
Poor Omar has gotten on your nerves, hasn't he? I find that hard to comprehend, but then, you are just a smelly and gruffy old bear, while I'm a silky-smooth and warmhearted Loon... uuuhhh, aaaaahhh... want to feel my feathers?. I can't stand the roughness and stubborness of bears!
I also like clean fresh water... I'm a spiritual creature with much
finer feelings than you, gruffy bear!!! And I've lived a hundred years already;-)
To me Omar is still a child, or was when he got put into the torture treadmill of the United States. My heart goes out to him... I want to hug him and comfort him... and I want to give his torturers a real hard kick in their behinds, if only I could.:-(
So, there you have the fundamental difference between the two of us. What has made us so different from each other? We are both creatures of the wild, both love our freedom, both look up to the stars at night and wonder, why we are who we are:?: I like peace and tranquility, I like the moon, and... I love to dance on the water to enchant my adoring mate. For all these things I am blessed with, I cannot understand how there can be beings on this earth who can order and perform such cruelty on another human being! Perhaps you can... I can't.
Perhaps a year and a half ago, there were four young Canadians who got killed while fighting the Taliban in Afghanistan. The one soldier was a lovely girl, Nicola, I think, was her name. I cried,.... I cried my heart out... I let the tears roll down my cheeks into my lap... I cried for the whole damn stupidity of wars.
I believe underneath that tangled and matted fur of yours, somewhere hidden bangs a mighty bear heart, and in a tucked-away little crevice of that mighty heart is a tiny bit of compassion for Omar, a boy who had to grow up too fast and too brutally.
You say. .... "He's a piece-o-shyte, a parasite and a confessed terrorist."
Bear, he followed what the grown-ups around him expected from him. And you are doing the same, only on this side. If you can't feel some compassion for him, at least don't degrade him like that.... your heart is kinder than that! Go visit him one day and tell him, you are sorry that you thought badly of him... but then a loon came by and made you realize you were wrong. Tell him that, bear, and also that you want to help him, and if there was anything you could do or get for him, that you would gladly do it.
You would have made a friend instead of an enemy, bear. And your heart would feel so warm and good.... you would
know you did the right thing.
Omar's heart may already be broken... his spirit, too. We don't know the condition he is in.
Let us show love and compassion to all creatures... humans, too, while we still have the chance.
And now I have to go back to my lake and sound my sorrow sighs into the stillness of the night, but I'm glad I talked to you, gruffy Canadian bear.... you really don't have to be so tough, show your underbelly once in a while;-)
Good Night
http://www.cbc.ca/news/viewpoint/vp_gillespie/2007/12/why_the_pentagon_treats_omar_k.html