ONCE again, we stray from “The Controversy” over evolution and creationism in order to deal with our larger concern — preserving the values of the Enlightenment, upon which our civilization depends. We can’t forget that if we lose our freedom, there isn’t much else that matters. Therefore, dear reader, we beg your indulgence as we present a Curmudgeonly parable.
When you were little, your mother told you the story of the Three Little Pigs. Well, that’s obsolete now. This is the updated version:
Baby Barack was born in the sturdy brick house that had been built by Practical Pig, and in due course he inherited it. Barack had been raised on old family tales about his long-gone uncles who had built their houses of sticks and straw. According to family legend, the uncles were devoured when the Big Bad Wolf huffed and puffed and blew their houses down.
But Barack had his own ideas. He wasn’t impressed by the old tales, and he didn’t like his ancestral brick house — in fact, he hated it. The house was old and it had been dominating the landscape for years. “Change is good,” he announced. “It’s time for change.”
Looking around for a more stylish architecture, he studied old pictures of his deceased uncles’ homes. They were made of sticks and straw, and they were beautiful! They didn’t stand very long, but Barack told himself that was no argument against them. He could do the same thing, but this time, because it would be his work, things would turn out better. He called his plan the Audacity of Hope.
Ignoring all the experience to which he was heir, and against the advice of his contemporaries who warned him that his dream would be yet another repetition of past folly, he gathered together a team like-minded workers who shared his vision of sticks and straw.
Together, Barack and his crew began to refashion his house. While they worked they chanted: “Yes we can!” Brick by brick, as the neighbors looked on in disbelief, Barack disassembled the house, threw the bricks away, and replaced them with sticks and straw. Finally the entire house was transformed. Barack looked at his new house and said: “This is change you can believe in.”
And all the while, from his lair in the woods, the Big Bad Wolf was watching.
So that’s the story, kiddies. Oh, you want to hear how it ends? We don’t know yet. The story of “Practical Pig’s Idiot Son” isn’t over. Stay tuned.
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