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Without breaking, a bald eagle egg rolled down a cliff out into the prairie and landed right in the nest of a prairie chicken. It was soon hatched and the adoptive eagle was raised with its new family of little prairie chickens as one of their own, with none of the birds the wiser. One day, his adoptive father stopped the line of chicks as the biological father of the eaglet sailed high overhead. The prairie chicken dad warned them not to move lest they might be eaten.
Afterwards the eaglet said, Dad, Dad, did you see the power, the
majesty, the symmetry of that great bird? What was it? I wish I could be
one of those birds!
The
adoptive dad said, That was an eagle, and you simply can forget it! You
are just a prairie chicken!
Kerrys gaggle, which includes most of the press and cackling hens of
Hollywood, keep insisting that President Bush is a chicken-hawk.
Hardly. George W. Bush has conducted himself like an eagle amidst
a flock of eye-gouging, flesh-picking, back-biting buzzards. You see,
when a storm rages, an eagle will fly right into the eye of the storm
and allow the swirling winds to carry them higher and higher, until they
emerge above the doom-filled clouds below where all the other birds are
getting drenched, huddling together in frightened masses. Eagles do not
fly in flocks. They only come one or two at a time and are a great and
majestic bird, Biblically-chosen by God as the greatest of all the
creatures of the air.
Admittedly, George W. Bush is no parrot, macaw, or cockatiel, but
after-all, those birds simply mimic the words of others anyway. So would
we rather follow one who memorizes favorite words and phrases, or the
mighty-winged eagle, better able to calmly and firmly lead us through
the oncoming storms ahead? And, if we must fight against other birds of
prey, should we not fly there and face them at their own carrion-riddled
nests afar, instead of being attacked again at our own hallowed and
peaceful aerie?
John F. Kerry can wear the plumage of a peacock, but that does not make
him an eagle. He struts around with the personality of a penguin, with
nary a feather ruffled or out of place, but that does not make him an
eagle. Like a sparrow with no definitive course of action, John Kerry is
tossed about by winds that blow one direction, until a stronger current
sends him helplessly off on a different flight. He surprisingly was once
an albatross for a brief period of time and actually swooped down and
grabbed a deadly sea snake, but he soon returned to the safety of his
flock and squawked loudly at all the birds of prey claiming, that he was
actually a dove in eagles plumage.
The
bald eagle is the symbol of Americas great freedom, strength, and
independence. And in that image, George W. Bush has chosen to spread his
mighty wings and carry us all to safety, while the pretender squawks.
You
see, there is one big difference between that want-to-be eagle John F.
Kerry and a buzzard: One has long spindly legs, a wrinkled ugly face,
large beak, and tears away at the flesh and bones of defenseless corpses
. . . and the other one can fly.
Don
Bendell served as an officer in four Special Forces Groups, including a
tour on a green beret A-team(Dak Pek) in Vietnam in 1968-1969, and was
in the Top Secret Phoenix Program,
is a top-selling author of 21 westerns, science
fiction, and non-fiction Vietnam books, with over 1,500,000 copies of
his books in print worldwide, a 1995 inductee into the International
Karate Hall of Fame, a 7th degree black belt master in four
martial arts, and owns karate schools in southern Colorado.
mailto:don@donbendell.com
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. Permission is hereby granted to print, copy, or pass this on wherever,
and to whomever, you choose. This is the 6th in a series of
editorials about John F. Kerry, and is posted on my website with the
other 5.
Blessings,
Don Bendell
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