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THE ANT AND THE GRASSHOPPER
This one is a little different…Two different versions… Two different morals.
Old Version-The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for winter.
The grasshopper thinks the ant is a fool and dances and plays the summer away..
Come winter. the ant is warm and well fed.
The grasshopper has no food or shelter, so he dies out in the cold…
MORAL OF THE STORY: Be responsible for yourself!

Modern Version- The ant works hard in the withering heat and rain all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for winter.
The grasshopper thinks the ant is a fool and laughs and dances and plays the summer away.
Come winter, the shivering grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know why the ant should be allowed to be warm and well while he is cold and starving.
CBS, NBC, PBS, CNN, and ABC show up to provide pictures of the shivering grasshopper next to a video of the ant in his comfy home with a table full of food.
AMERICA IS STUNNED BY THE SHARP CONTRAST.
How can this be, that in a country of such wealth, this poor grasshopper is allowed to suffer so?
Kermit the Frog appears on Oprah with the grasshopper and everybody cries when they sing, ‘It’s Not Easy Being Green.”
Acorn stages a demonstration in front of the ant’s house where the news stations film the group singing, “We Shall Overcome.” Reverend Jeremiah Wright then has the group kneel down to pray to God for the grasshopper’s sake.
President Obama condemns the ant and blames President Bush, President Reagan, Christiopher Columbus, and the Pope for the grasshopper’s plight.
Nancy Pelosi and Harry Reid exclaim in an interview with Larry King that the ant has gotten rich of the back of the grasshopper, and both call for an immediate tax hike on the ant to make him pay his fair share.
Finally, the EEOC drafts the Economic Equity and Anti-Grasshopper Act retroactive to the beginning of the summer.
The ant is fined for failing to hire a proportionate number of green bugs and,having nothing left to pay his retroactive taxes, his home is confiscated by the Government Green Czar and given to the grasshopper.
The story ends as we see the grasshopper and his free-loading friends finishing up the last bits of the ant’s food while the government house he is in, which, as you recall, just happens to be the ant’s old house, crumbles around them because the grasshopper doesn’t maintain it.
The ant has dissapeared in the snow, never to be seen again.
The grasshopper is found dead in a drug related incident *cough cough overdose*, and the house, now abandoned, is taken over by a gang of spiders who terrorize the ramshackle, once prosperous and peaceful neighborhood.
The entire Nation collapses bringing the rest of the free world with it.
MORAL OF THE STORY: Be careful who you vote for in 2012.

This has been Kimiri Moon.

Hello again. I haven’t written much in a while, though I really need to. I want to make this more of a blog than anything else, but stalkers are all too common throughout bloggers…
Paranoia is about the only thing that stalks me. It goes hand in hand with worry, and sadness, and above all, the sense that I’m alone in this world. My best friend and I recently had a huge fight. It hurt me. It still does. She told me to look at myself. I said I did and that I hated what I saw. The reply was, “So does everyone else.”
Being told by the person I thought was my friend that not only she but everyone else hated me was… I don’t even know how to put it. I was down from something else already, and it crushed me. Mostly because she was right.
I have never felt so alone…
In eleven days my birthday occurs. In eleven days I will be so happy. I hope. But one thing I’ve learned is that hope is dangerous. A double edged sword. It gives you strength to carry on, something to look forward to. And there are times when our hopes prove to be true. It feels so good- to have what you wanted. But other times we get dissapointed. Heart broken. Crushed. And that is the absolute power of hope- it can kill as much as can bring to life, can hurt as much as it can heal. But no matter how hard we try, hope comes. It’s part of human nature. We can’t avoid it. I can’t.
Hope is why my heart is bruised and beaten to hell and back, why it hurt so much when I was told by one of the people I loved most she hated me. I cry so hard in the middle of the night because of it, when darkness surrounds me and paranoia with sadness, dashed with worry and loneliness swallows me whole. That’s just my life at the moment.
I can only hope it gets better.

This has been Kimiri Moon.