Imagine we are in an episode of 'The Twilight Zone'. That may be difficult for some, but not that much of a stretch for others.

We've been all been put under ...by an anesthesia.  Unknown to all of us, a surgical procedure has been done on our eyes ...randomly one of three procedures.  When we look at the same thing ....a third of us see one image, yet two-thirds of us see something quite differently.

I see a cute innocent little pig.

Someone else sees a side order with their eggs.

And another angrily sees law enforcement (the 1500's used the word to mean 'heartily disliked'; and it was referenced as early as 1811 in the USA).

Criminals were also called 'pigs', but the law enforcement often beat them at their own game and the criminals thought that was dirty.  

I think the Suidae is content to consume whatever you give it, not much different from a goat.  But, after it has eaten, it seems to not care what it looks like ...only that it keeps cool, in the mud.

On the contrary, most women do care about their appearance, and they want to be cool also ...by being hot. Women may use mud pack beauty treatments, but they don't roll in it ...it's usually limited to a facial. And if any man finds humor in this, I will remind you that many of these things women do ...they are sadly driven to do because of the shallowness of man seeing beauty as only skin deep.


(I am making no comparison between any kind of farm animal and women.  It is usually men like me who are accused of dressing like pigs. And if I'm working on a car, or some plumbing ...well, I don't run to the shower, but I go the way I am to the store to pick up a part, often not parting my hair. Yet, though I may look like a pig, the women of the family mostly hog the bathroom.)

Okay, I admit that I've digressed ...

I should start the story, but I am stalling for time ...as I have not as of yet come up with a title to my story. And certainly I will not be able to come up with one as catchy as 'The Three Little Pigs'.

Actually, that story had its ending ...two of the pigs being a few 'bricks' short, or was it the last 'straw' for one and the other couldn't quite 'stick' to it?  

Anyway, let's not imagine the progeny of the pig with the brick house.  And I think the pigs have had enough.

Let's call this story, 'The Three Little Lambs ...after all, the majority of stories have the wolf stalking lambs, not pigs ...or Little Red.

And with 'Goldilocks and the Three Bears', and 'The Three Little Pigs', maybe we should get off this 'three' kick also. Well, let's stick to lambs, or sheep ...but be a little more creative with the title.  Let's see:

The Circle of Sheep

The Flatuating Flock

The Wonderful Woolies

The Bloated Bleaters

....No!!  Forget the title ....let's just start the story, about a certain farmyard of sheep.

Lammler was an old Greyface. He wasn't that old, but was considered the leader. There was a wide variety of sheep on the farm, inclusive of: Bond, Cheviot, Cormo, Corriedale, Debouillet, Drysdale, Oxford, and Suffolk. Lammler campaigned for the necessity of a brick wall around the sheep enclosure. And Lammler usually got what he wanted. Foremost, he said the shepherd had instructed him to begin the project while he was away.

The more skittish Cheviots had many questions to ask, but they usually let their elder, Sherman, bleat their concerns.

Sherman:  "We are not just resistant to change, as many of you would believe.  It's just that there are a wide variety of possibilities, and it is sometimes wise to explore the fears of the imagination."

Lammler:  "What exactly are you saying, Sherman, that you think our Shepherd could have possibly not considered?"

Sherman:  "Well, our Shepherd built that rail fence to keep us in, so we wouldn't wander off ...so we'd stay near his protection."

Lammler:  "Yes, that appeared wise, but I mentioned to the Shepherd that even though it would keep us from wandering away, it would not keep a wolf from wandering in.  A wolf could slip under the fence."

Sherman:  "That makes good sense.  I appreciate all that you are doing, and I apologize for all my questions. I will do everything I can to convince the others of the urgency of the wall ...and we will all help."

Lammler has the undivided attention and the help of all the able sheep. Soon the brick wall is built.

A few days later, Lammler is in a panic at the other side of the enclosure.  Lammler's wife is also in a panic, as she passes Sherman.

Sherman quickly addresses her, "What's the matter, Ewe?" (Sorry, I couldn't pass that one up.)

Lammler quickly gathers the sheep into a circle at the center of the enclosure, bleating loudly for all to hear, "In this morning's dairy air ...I heard gossip amongst the Guernsey and Brown Swiss, that we'd better moo-o-ove, on the double. They noticed a hole under the brick wall and they believe the wolf has just about tunneled through."

They stood silently listening, only their wool shaking.

Lammler continues, "We need to move fast!  There's a large truck waiting for us on the other side of those doors by the barn.  Now, single file ...but move!!"

To make a long story at least a tad bit longer, let's just say that Lammler was only interested in his own hide, not hiding from the wolf. Lammler waited until the shepherd was out of town, and cut a deal with a passerby that had seen some clippings from a local newspaper. As the sheep all loaded into the large semi, naturally they had some questions concerning where they were going.

Lammler answers:  "Well, this semi belongs to the FDA."

Everyone knew what the FDA stood for, it was the time of year for the Family Donor Accolades, a time of bragging of what their coats would bring on the market ...whether socks, suits, or blankets.

This changed the mood for the panicking flock.  Many of the sheep, like Sherman, stood proud in anticipation.  Sherman was assured that his seven sons would supply sporty suits.  He was proud that he had sired Sherman Jr., Shane, Shac, Shedrach, Shelton, Sheriff, and Shoefits.

Sherman holds his head high, "Each one is a clip off the old flock."

But, in reality, they were sheep headed for the slaughter ...for meat, not wool.  Lammler had pulled the wool over their eyes.

Of course, this is the type of thing that happens with ruling parties that have their own agenda, as was the case with the Nazis.  Instead of Lammler, there were names like Himmler, Hess, Goebbels, Goering, Heydrich, and Hitler.  And they used similar tricks too.  They also had an environmental movement. They motivated the workers to unite. Nationalization of  industry ...division of profits (redistribution of wealth) ...and re-educate the youth. 

Does this sound familiar?  "...rather the result of cynical political manoeuvres by the Left Party, which gave the right-wingers a backhanded invitation to come to the suburb. Now the Left Party is using the subsequent racist protests to divert attention from burning social problems at the height of the German election campaign."  This was a quote from the summer of 2013.

Not much before this, in the spring of this year, another rather interesting fact entered the courts. "The CPUSA (Communist Party USA) has announced a lawsuit against the Democratic Party and its leadership for the alleged theft of intellectual property. The plaintiffs claim that the entire so-called “new” Democratic agenda is, in fact, the product of a decades-long, painstaking campaign by CPUSA theorists, agitators, and underground subversive cells – which makes it the intellectual property of the Communist Party USA, protected by American copyright laws. “They stole our entire platform, rebranded it ‘progressive’, and claimed it as their own,” declared a CPUSA spokesperson at a press conference in San Francisco."

Check out the CPUSA's platform for yourself, and pay close attention to the similarities.