Skip to comments.Bird Feeder Analogy (email) good read
Posted on 04/26/2007 5:25:44 PM PDT by Kimmers
I bought a bird feeder. I hung it on my back porch and filled it with seed. Within a week we had hundreds of birds taking advantage of the continuous flow of free and easily accessible food. But then the birds started building nests in the boards of the patio, above the table, and next to the barbecue. Then came the poop. It was everywhere: on the patio tile, the chairs, and the table...everywhere. Then some of the birds turned mean: They would dive bomb me and try to peck me even though I had fed them out of my own pocket. And others birds were boisterous and loud: They sat on the feeder and squawked and screamed at all hours of the day and night and demanded that I fill it when it got low on food. After a while, I couldn't even sit on my own back porch anymore. I took down the bird feeder and in three days the birds were gone. I cleaned up their mess and took down the many nests they had built all over the patio. Soon, the back yard was like it used to be...quite, serene and no one demanding their rights to a free meal.
Now lets see...our government gives out free food, subsidized housing, free medical care, free education and allows anyone born here to be a automatic citizen. Then the illegals came by the tens of thousands. Suddenly our taxes went up to pay for free services; small apartments are housing 5 families: you have to wait 6 hours to be seen by an emergency room doctor: your child's 2nd grade class is behind other schools because over half the class doesn't speak English: Corn Flakes now come in a bilingual box; I have to press "one" to hear my bank talk to me in English, and people waving flags other than "Old Glory" are squawking and screaming in the streets, demanding more rights and free liberties. Maybe it's time for the government to take down the bird feeder.
Excellent analogy —except that birds can’t shoot you.
Nor can they get drunk and drive cars....
Oh yeah; imagine that they peered into your nice house and sang that it was stolen —that you were living in occupied BIRDLAND, and that henceforth you should speak BIRDese. And then handed you —winged at you— a medical bill.
We’ve called them welfare birds for years but we still do feed them. We use feeders and feed which only encourage finches and oddly enough, woodpeckers. And we have a very hungry cat. Ya gotta have the cat.
God built the bird feeder and he filled it for all creatures, speaking in all languages, and even banking and eating Corn Flakes in all languages.
No matter what language you speak, he cares about you and understands you.
His food is for everyone, including those who can’t work. He gave some of us enough talent to earn enough not only for our own needs, but to provide others with their needs.
He too is upset about the bird poop. He came down himself and cleaned it up, without complaining. He was covered in bird poop for our sake. And our world will one day be completely clean.
He is pleased to see the nests and populatioin growing. That’s why he created the world. To see it filled with all kinds of birds, not just ones that sing the same tune.
Presssing one for English does not even qualify as a minor inconvenience. It is a trivial act. God, however, is familiar with inconvenience. When he came to earth, believe it, it wasn’t convenient. He gave up heaven, the angels, pure bliss and unimaginable glory. He was born in a barn, and quite possibly there were birds nesting — and pooping — right over his head.
When his parents made his birth sacrifice, they could only afford the very cheapest sacrifice — a few birds. I’ll bet they pooped on their way to the temple. But they were enough for him.
Let’s be concerned with more important things than having to press one for English, shall we? Let’s concern ourselves with the pressing needs of others.
After all, it was our poop God cleaned up.
Can I have some of your trust fund?
I don’t have one. But what do I have that you need?
“and even banking and eating Corn Flakes in all languages.”
Can I have some of what you are smoking?
Then he starts singing a little ditty about a cockroach smoking marijuana, and by and by when that bird gets a little old, you discover that even though he prays a lot, he’s got a beat-up ice-cream truck and has molested a certain number of the kids at the local playground.
Birds don’t listen to hip-hop music.
Thorazine, but I don't need it, and regardless of however much you have, I'm pretty sure you can't spare it.
I hear you!
And he put out only one bird feeder.
France has thousands of bird feeders.
If I wanted to feed the damn squirrels I would. But given the number of oaks in my yard, they should be well fed of their own accord.
Where were we?
You need a squirrel launcher
And then God came down to earth and made all those humans working together to build the Tower of Babel to speak different languages so they would split up and go into their own groups and spread throughout the earth. Now why would he do that you silly socialist?