Thursday, November 20, 2008

What's It Like?...

I was sniffing around Doggie Heaven the other day and a minor Angel came over to me and asked,"What's it like being a human?" I grinned a condescending grin at him and said,"In the first place, I'm not a human and, in the second place, since you are an Angel-in-training, I'm not sure I'm the one you should be talking to." (Dogs can talk in Doggie Heaven, not like on Earth where we had to 'look at' people to get our messages across)

The Angel-in-training looked a question mark at me and asked,"If you're not a human, what are you?"

I explained to him that I was a Dog, the species that owns Humans on Earth. (I started to tell him the ownership was shared by cats, gold fish, tweety birds, horses and cockroaches but that might be a bit much for him to absorb; there is only so much room in his white sheet)

I asked him how long he had been here and he assured me he didn't know since there is no time as such in Doggie or any other Heaven; we're just here.

I thought about the question and realized I had never pondered much on what it is like to be a human. I knew their thought process is a bit jumbled and they have some really weird ideas about what is important and what is not.

For instance, when I was on Earth as Chico the Wonder Dog, I was treated as someone very special and the humans I owned usually planned their entire lives around what was convenient for me. At that time, I thought it was great.

Humans are literally inscrutable. This isn't something they plan or work at; they just are. Too bad, in a way.

Humans buy things because they WANT them, not because they NEED them

My people saw a 2000 Lincoln LS in 2001 and WANTED it. They had a perfectly good '97 Ford Crown Vic and it ran very well, got excellent gas mileage, looked good and had only 82,000 miles on it but they only NEEDED it.

Humans like people because they are LIKEABLE, not because they are QUALIFIED.

Dogs don't like some people and they growl at them and, if the people are bad enough, the dogs bite them. Dogs are honest. To a dog, a bad person is bad and they won't ever give them the time of day.(so to speak)

People, on the other hand, like bad people if the bad people are likable. They don't like good people if the good people aren't likable. Their last presidential election showed a wonderful example of that.

The democratic nominee, the man who eventually won the election, is a bad man but he is attractive, a good speaker and very LIKEABLE. He won.

Senator McCain, on the other hand, is a very good and honorable man but he isn't very good looking; he seems awkward because his arms were damaged while he was a prisoner of war when he was defending our country and he cannot raise them over his head. He was much the better man but he lost because he was UNLIKEABLE.

A former super power nation, the USSR, was a communist (socialist) country, having overthrown a czarist monarchy. The socialist/communist regime lasted until a few years after@1987 when the then president (the best president in history) Ronald Reagan advised the Soviet Premier, General Secretary Gorbachev, to "tear down that wall," a wall that separated Berlin into East Berlin, occupied by the USSR, and West Berlin, occupied by the US and our allies.

In 1991, after Gorbachev had implemented glasnost and perestroika (Can't we all just get along) for the USSR, the socialistic Republics ceased to exist and Russia had to admit socialism/communism does not work.

My point here is; Although the new president-elect desires a socialistic nation, it is not because he thinks we NEED it but, in reality, it's because he WANTS it.

I began to more closely ponder the question asked me and decided that, if I attempted to answer completely and absolutely, it might take more time than there is in eternity so I did what I needed to; I told the angel-in-training to go and ask his mother. I had heard that many times when I was flesh and blood so I'm certain it was an appropriate response.

Any more questions? I thought not. If, in the future, you have a need for any complete and absolute answers about anything at all, please do not hesitate to ask Chico the Wonder Dog. That's what I'm here for.

Arf...

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