The poor maestro Rabbi would go to his daily spiritual battle up high on the mountaintop. He was good and kind and would enter into a spiritual realm through meditation. He would ascend and battle the lost greats with hard emotional, spiritual battles. The other lost Rabbis who had lost their kindness and time and visibility. The bad Rabbis didn’t care anymore. They had no faith that the children of the House of Plumbo would ever learn their lesson and change their ways. “They will never change from being Plumbos, they are not like us, they are of a different nation. Arrest them all! Get them all! No more mercy! We have lost faith in Plumbos!”. But the poor maestro Rabbi always had faith and said there is always hope. It was a strenuous psychological and spiritual battle and he would win and convince the other Rabbis to show mercy. After the battle, exhausted, he would go back home. On the way home, all he thought about was the joy of a simple meal of bread and coffee to calm his person. He lived next to the House of Plumbos, and when he returned home, he found, after fighting for third and fourth and fifth and sixth chances, for the Plumbos – making sure they have new chances and opportunities and education and that they achieve their rights… the Plumbos, yet again, broke in and stole the poor Rabbi’s bread and coffee without one single lock broken. A patient and wise man he was as he gave a sigh and thought about forgiveness and leaving those old corners uncut “those critters sure get clever. Maybe they are starving. What’s a few crumbs to me?” He thought of the words he once read “if G-d had windows, they’d all get smashed and broken”.
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The Great Albuquerque Dog War
They were lost. They used to be human, now they are dogs.
It was their choice.
What is a man supposed to do with such temptation? Few men could resist, yet what most didn’t realize is that after indulging, after going hard and doing those wrongs, their humanity would forever be gone. They would turn into dogs.
There were plenty of warnings, yet they heeded no advice, they paid no attention to signs or discouragement. They felt invincible, being so tough… they were once the best, but no more. It is the pack and herd mentality. Why would they care to listen to such an insignificant warning? Yet they continued, something they would forever regret… after this, maybe they’d be better off dead.
They were the best. Soldiers, scientists, priests, the elite of society, the low of society, lawyers, doctors, geneticists, policemen, firemen, managers, judges, workers, generals, salesmen, executives.
They were handsome, gorgeous, ugly, and regular. Brown, black, blonde. Hair, skin, and eye color of every kind. Every shape. Fit, fat, and in between. The spectrum of all society.
They were once men, and now they are dogs.
We tried and tried to communicate, to let them know that they must stop their wrongs… we pleaded and warned them… yet they didn’t listen.
We saw the end of the Albuquerque Dog Wars. It was felt around the world.
I feel for the dogs… the dogs that were once men. It is a sad story.
I love the sweet innocence of actual dogs, but the men who were once dogs… I cannot say that I feel the same for them.
We pleaded and pleaded and begged and begged, please cease your wrongs! PLEASE CEASE YOUR WRONGS!!! But they didn’t listen. They didn’t care.
They went from being the best to being just poor old dogs. They have no human hands, only paws now. They are fed what they are given.
The poor men who have been turned into dogs.
Dogs now-a-days are at the mercy of the world. Will the world be kind to them, or will they be fed scraps?
Once dogs lived in great packs, but there are few wild dogs anymore. They are domesticated. They rely on someone else for water, food, exercise.
Some are happy and relieved when their “dog days are over”, but not these men. Their dog days are just beginning. They will relish in their memories, in their time of life when they were once human. Their memories will be with them for many, many years.
“Why does it have to be like this? Things used to be so great, I used to write, and now I cannot even read or write or speak, for I am now a dog.”
He will bark for attention. Let’s hope he has a loving someone to open the door for him and let him out. Let us hope his cage is not too small. Let us hope he has someone to care for him. Let us hope he won’t be just a number in the pound, waiting to be put down.
It was a wild dog pack. They were like a strong herd. Pumping themselves up, taking pride in their selves. They had a whole culture. Rules and order they followed. Then they got lost.
I felt sympathy, as I felt their demise occuring, I thought “it’s not too late, just make the decision, make the right choice and don’t do the wrong and you’ll be much better off”. Did any of them listen?
They seemed dead set. Dead set to conquer, to dominate. They needed to prove themselves. They already had a dog mentality.
“How could they be wrong?” They once ruled the world, the cities, the towns, the streets, the mountains, the country, the roads, the air, the earth, the sea, society.
They were the best, and now… they are just dogs.
Where was their empathy, their humanity? They gave it away.
They were the best, and now they are just dogs at the mercy of the world.
When I see a dog now, I ask myself “were you once a human”?
I feel empathy for dogs. How must it be? If a dog could tell you something, what would they say? They cannot read books, or the newspaper. They cannot speak, or write.
They were the best, and now they are just dogs.
To comfort myself, I say “it was their choice… they knew this war was a dog war, and they indulged. There were warnings, there were signs…yet they paid no heed.”
It was a metamorphosis from human to dog. They could have chosen to resist, they could have held onto their higher facilities, yet they gave in.
They were once the best, and now they are dogs.
So when you see a dog, please be kind and gentle, for this dog could have been in the Great Albuquerque Dog War, now a sad soul remembering his good old days as a human.
They were once the best, and now they are just dogs.