The Least Common Denominator

How do you find a moral? I mean with flippant little phrases like "the moral of the story is..." it should be easy, right? Let's just see if that is the case.

For example; we, and by we I mean the United States of America, were forever changed as a nation when the Twin Towers were flown into by Islamic terrorists on September 11th, 2001. At the time, when in response to the horrific terrorist acts of the day President George W. Bush spoke to the nation and the world and let us know these people and those actions would not go unpunished he was received with some of the highest popularity percentages ever. Then, when the response became a war and the war dragged on with a roller coastered element of success, suddenly President Bush was in a firestorm of trouble and being lambasted as one of the worst Presidents our country has ever seen. You tell me, what is the moral here?

Now, nearly nine years later Barack Obama has endorsed a Muslim group to build a mosque which evidently includes a great many additional features that truth be told, I don't give a rat's ass about. He, and by he I mean Barry Obama, has indeed endorsed this mosque under the umbrella of good old fashioned American Values and added we as a people must not lose focus of all religious beliefs. I find myself shaking my head from left to right as I type these words, invariably in disbelief. Alas, do not let my opinion shed light or shade on how you interpret the facts. And to be certain, Barry Obama endorses this mosque to be built in the publicly available for sale area in New York City just blocks from Ground Zero, as you most certainly know, where the Twin Towers once proudly stood prior to their being unbelievably and with unparalled levels of shock and dismay imploded by Islamic terrorists. All this being endorsed by a President who was elected with one of the highest levels of popularity of all time. So again I ask you, what is the moral here?

Let me bring the question back a level or two. You love beans. You know this, but you also know beans corrupt your stomach and create a fouled sense of smell for you and others about and around you. Yet, saddled with this knowledge, you choose to purge forward without the assistance of any digestive elixirs. You could easily enjoy your beans and musically refresh the olfactory passages of all your known and unknown neighbors posthence, but instead you choose to throw caution to the wind...literally. What here, my friends, is the moral?

Make good choices. Think. Laugh a lot. Don't scream at people. If you find someone to love, love them.