Once upon a time a little Indian boy roamed the woods of New England. He was an attractive and mischievous scamp delighting in practical jokes and always ready to cost somebody his dignity.
He also assured somebody else was blamed when the time came for somebody to take responsibility for the mayhem. He wasn’t very popular with those he tormented. His name was Wailing Cub because he entered this world kicking, screaming and wailing. Nobody was sure he was product of a sanctioned post-marital rite. Nobody knew for sure where he was born.
Nobody really liked the kid but everybody paid homage to his alleged father, a less than great and capable leader who was banded with many disaffected members of the tribe and thus, controlled many votes at council. When Cub’s father spoke, his enemies looked away and shook their heads because it was never a matter of him being right, it was simply a matter of more dead-heads accepting his words as truth than they actually listened to it when others spoke. Wailing Cub stood without challenge because he was “connected”.
One day Cub came running into the camp screaming and wailing about an elder woman having been mauled by a large wolf. “She lays dying in the woods! We must help her!” All the tribe members, many knowing the elder woman was taking a nap in her lodgings, tried to protest. Their protests fell on deaf ears. Wailing Cub’s father drafted many of his followers to his side in search of the wolf and to rescue the old woman. They marched to the place Wailing Cub said the attack occurred.
They found nothing. No blood. No body torn by a wolf’s attack. The area was pristine, undisturbed. Wailing Cub’s father said; “This is a bad thing. We have marched long and hard and there is no body to say an attack happened.” Then he patted his son’s head and said: “But it could have been so.”
And with this the father’s followers shook their head in unison and said: “Yes. This could have happened.” And they all returned home.
Two weeks later, Wailing Cub returned to camp crying and wailing about the loss of his little friend, Morning Sun. She was the daughter of Cub’s greatest ally, a man of no ethics but still held great love for his child. Cub said she fell into the river and was swept downstream. “We must go now! We must save her!” Cub cried. Again, Cub’s father gathered a team of his best and most loyal followers. As they started to leave camp, many detractors called that Cub’s father was a fool because a woman just saw Morning Sun returning to camp with her mother; she would surely be there in moments. Cub’s father dismissed these people saying: “He is my favored son. Wailing Cub would never lie to me!” And the tribesmen left camp only to return hours later to see Morning Sun doing her chores alongside her mother and the other women.
“This is a bad thing. We have marched long and hard and here sits the child unharmed”. Then he patted his son’s head and said: “But it could have been so.”
Far fewer followers shook their heads in unison, but some said: “Yes. This could have happened.” They’d suffered NO losses in the trek and no battles endangered the tribe so they shuffled off to complete the chores they’d neglected while running around the hills and woods. They weren’t happy.
Later it happened again. Wailing Cub came into camp at a dead run. “There’s a war party across the river watching us. They have many warriors and they wear war paint and carry weapons! We must prepare.”
Wailing Cub’s father tried gathering a troupe to reconnoiter the enemy warrior’s presence. He only gained two companions. Wailing Cub brought his father and their companions to where the warriors had made camp. There was a cold brazier where a fire was burning. Many foot prints were pressed into the dirt. It signaled a large war-party.
Father said to his friends:” SEE! Wailing cub was right. There was a great camp! We knew it could be so and now we-----“; an arrow passed through father’s head and he fell dead. The two companions immediately jumped and ran to cover. They fought valiantly until death overtook them. Wailing Cub ran back to the home camp and screamed: “Father is dead!” Our men are under attack! We must prepare for the worst! The end is near!”
A warrior of great strength cuffed Cub on the shoulder. “Go away boy! We do not believe your lies anymore. Go sit with the women and do their chores; you don’t belong with men!” This was the worst insult a boy could bear; but he complied.
The tribe was attacked in the night as they slept. The tribe fought valiantly. Many died. But, at the end the tribe survived. But this was not the end. At council, the elders and the warriors chastised Waling Cub for being a liar. He’d lied so often his word couldn’t be trusted. He was to be shunned and banished from the tribe. He’d never be recognized as a warrior. But; before he was forced to leave the tribe, his name as a man was decided by the council.
It would be Cryin’ Wolf and he would always be known as a liar caused the near destruction of his tribe.
Take a look at Obama and the Democrats. It’s not hard to see the comparisons is it? We’ll survive this idiotic administration but it’s going to cost us. And, Cryin’ Wolf Obama will skulk off into the forest as no more than a lie gone wrong in the telling.
Thanks for listening