A long time ago I read the below metaphor. I think in many cases in our daily journeys we are witness to such insanity.
I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost …. I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend that I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in this same place.
But, it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in … it’s a habit … but, my eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.I walk down another street.
Now that you have learned something of value today, see how it applies to life in West Milford, New Jersey.
Back in December I wrote about the ineptitude of so many trying to get “bear proof” garbage cans. The Socialist Republic of New Jersey is more interested in what government can do with the peasant’s money than living in the real world. I won’t bore you with all the details but if you return to the story, you’ll get a chuckle, but come back because it’s a continuing saga.
Today, the NJ Herald has more on the continuing sitcom of West Milford’s version of “Soap”. In short, they still don’t have any bear-proof cans and the soonest this might possibly happen would be sometime in May, after the bears have come out of hibernation.
This has only been going on since 2005 all because a bunch of animal rights lovers, including Gov. Corzine and his puppet EPA Commissioner Jackson, don’t want hunters thinning the bear population.
What street shall we walk down today? Ah, heck. Guess I’ll try that same one just one more time.
Tom Remington
