Friday, February 17, 2006

Prayers Needed

My wife and I learned today that her best friend’s newborn baby boy, Brady, has a fatal heart condition. If he leaves the Children’s Hospital, it will be on hospice to make him comfortable in his final days.

Pray for Brady and his mom and dad.

Wrong Sort of Bees

“Well, now, if you walk up and down with your umbrella, saying, ‘Tut-tut, it looks like rain,’ I shall do what I can by singing a little Cloud Song, such as a cloud might sing…Go!”

So, while you walked up and down and wondered if it would rain, Winnie-the-Pooh sang this song:

How sweet to be a Cloud
Floating in the Blue!
Every little cloud
Always sings aloud.

How sweet to be a Cloud
Floating in the Blue!
It makes him very proud
To be a little cloud.

The bees were still buzzing as suspiciously as ever. Some of them, indeed, left their nest and flew all round the cloud as it began the second verse of this song, and one bee sat down on the nose of the cloud for a moment, and then got up again.

“Christopher – ow! – Robin,” called out the cloud.


“I have just been thinking, and I have come to a very important decision. These are the wrong sort of bees.

“Are they?”

“Quite the wrong sort. So I should think they would make the wrong sort of honey, shouldn’t you?”

You Never Can Tell With Bees

"Hooray!" you shouted.

"Isn't that fine?" shouted Winnie-the-Pooh down to you.

"What do I look like?"

"You look like a Bear holding on to a balloon," you said.

"Not-" said Pooh anxiously, "- not like a small black cloud in a blue sky?"

"Not very much."

"Ah well, perhaps from up here it looks different. And, as I say, you never can tell with bees."

There was no wind to blow him nearer to the tree, so there he stayed. He could see the honey, he could smell the honey, but he couldn't quite reach the honey. After a little while he called down to you.

"Christopher Robin!" he said in a loud whisper.


"I think the bees suspect something!"

"What sort of thing?"

" I don't know. But something tells me that they're suspicious!"

"Perhaps they think that you're after their honey."

"It may be that. You never can tell with bees."

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

Winnie-the-Pooh sat down at the foot of the tree, put his head between his paws and began to think.

First of all he said to himself: “That buzzing-noise means something. You don’t get a buzzing-noise like that, just buzzing and buzzing, without its meaning something. If there’s a buzzing-noise, somebody’s making a buzzing-noise, and the only reason for making a buzzing-noise that I know of is because you’re a bee.”

Then he thought another long time, and said: “And the only reason for being a bee that I know of is making honey.”

And then he got up, and said: “And the only reason for making honey is so as I can eat it.” So he began to climb the tree.


Isn’t it funny
How a bear likes honey?
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
I wonder why he does?

Then he climbed a little further…and a little further…and then just a little further. By that time he had thought of another song.

It’s a very funny thought that, if Bears were Bees,
They’d build their nests at the bottom of trees.
And that being so (if the Bees were Bears),
We shouldn’t have to climb up all these stairs.

Friday, February 03, 2006

Dread Cartoons of Blasphemy

Taking a cue from Michelle Malkin, I'm publishing the 12 "offensive" editorial cartoons from the Danish newspaper Jyllands-Posten. I'm disappointed but not surprised that our State Dept. weenies condemned the publishers of these images, instead of the radical Islamists and hyperventilating Muslims who somehow manage to take offense at pen and ink images of Mohammed but convieniently ignore the appalling carnage, from IEDs and beheadings all across the Middle East, done in the name of Allah.

Here they are, in all their "offensive" glory: