You’ve heard this story in various forms:
A man happens upon an injured snake in the woods.
“Please help me,” says the snake.
“Are you out of your mind? You’re a snake!”
The snake answered, “I promise I won’t bite you. I need your help. Am I not a creature of God, too? I’m dying, please pick me up.”
So the man takes pity, brings the snake home and nurses it back to health. One day the snake bites him. As the man lay dying he asks: “Why did you bite me after all I did for you?”
The unrepentant snake replies: “Hey, man, you knew I was a snake when you picked me up.”
E-mail this post to George Bush. I’m sure it’ll remind him of someone. (What are you doing? It’s a snake!)
Update (9/21): People love to give their opinions. Based on feedback I’ve received about this post, I’ve got things twisted. Bush came to Clinton, not the other way around, they write. I’m aware of this fact, and it’s totally irrelevant to the message conveyed in this post.
