The Ant and the Elephant
September 7, 2008
Dreaming of Utipia
Many of the people I meet on the internet are self-proclaimed socialists. Not that they bare any resemblance to socialists of five or six decades ago. Today’s egalitarians are much more pro-active than their predecessors, and much less prone to violence ( violence of their own commision ). Dreamers, not doers.
One common fantasy among these neo-Leninists is the myth of ‘Mother Russia’, and I wonder if their love for the myth is inappropriate to the point of humor. Consider;
The Ant and the Elephant
An ant was strolling across a wheat field ( Perhaps I shouldn’t say strolling. To an ant, the blades of wheat must look like tall Canadian Pines ). He found a very sad ant. It would seem that the latter ant had fallen in love with an Elephant ( The sad part is; the Elephant had died before the wedding ).
“Why so sad, comrade? Your love was monumental, and your name will be known world-wide!”
No words can console a despondent lover, who realizes that digging a grave will take the rest of his life…
Russia, like the Elephant is dying, if she is not dead already. Held down by the weight of her own corpse, she cannot rise to consumate the love of the sentimental left. It would be humorous if it were not so sad to see the Castros, and the Chaves of the world pledging their undying love to a dead dream.
Pismires and Politics ‘08
