Friday, February 25, 2011
What a Crock!
What a Crock!
I recently watched a news report on a wager gone awry. A young man, age 20, bet his friend that he could dash across a portion of a zoological lion exhibit and speed to safety unscathed. It seems he was quite a speedy fellow. In fact, he intended to take a run for glory at the next U.S. Olympic track and field trials. The young man was fast, indeed. But he was not lion fast. He has no shot at the Gold Medal.
The story reminded me of the three young students who opted to hike along the Iranian border with Iraq. Iranian authorities arrested them, and two of the strollers are currently standing trial for their lives in the Tehran Revolutionary Court. I love to hike with my family too. We conquer places like the Appalachian Trail and the Mount Rainier Wonderland Trail Loop. We completely failed to consider the Iraq-Iran border loop.
Recently, four American citizens were gunned down and killed by Somali pirates who hijacked their yacht during the couples' quest to deliver Bibles to destinations around the world. Delivering the Holy Book to Bible-needy Brits or lost souls in Tahiti was not a good enough goal. They chose the coast of Somalia.
I just don't get it. Are we thinking with our hind parts? My mind flashes back to a scene in the movie, Independence Day, where the alien space ship, hell-bent on the destruction of Earth, hovered over a skyscraper in a major U.S. city. A group of young people climbed to the building rooftop, dancing and singing, smiling, and raising their hands in the air as a sign of welcome, just before being vaporized by the invaders. At least that was theatrical. Racing a lion on his turf is moronity.
Am I missing something here? I am the first one to feel compassion for the pain and suffering of my fellow human beings. However, I am finding difficulty justifying such extremely suspect judgment. Does a man who decides to extract food from the mouth of a crocodile deserve his fate? I think Lefty should have seen it coming.