America, where a very tangled web has been woven by our enemies..........

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AnzAzPYMmXg&NR=1

Kathy G, thanks for posting the video embed. I used only the page link above because the commentary by Walid Shoebat is under the video and so the page link is necessary to access it.

For those not wanting to read Shoebat's take on this mess, the video alone is enough to let people know that we don't just have muslim terrorists quietly forming cells out in the middle of farming towns and burbs but at the highest levels of U.S. government. IN THE STATE DEPARTMENT yet with that most evil of women, Hil at the helm. Hil and Bill pulled the plug on the country and pulled the wool over many eyes way before the big O landed in the white house. They paved the path for this enormous scam.

Look how cleverly the enemy has planted his minions in places to oppose Israel in the most deadly ways - in the white house, the state department, the UN, and who knows where else. But GOD! God sees it all and will deal with it all and we can be absolutely sure of that! Praise the name of Jesus! The end is in sight and it will be glorious.

Here is the poem from which my title came. It tells the story does it not?

The Spider and the Fly poem by Mary Howitt






The Spider and the Fly
Mary Howitt


Will you walk into my parlour?" said the Spider to the Fly,
'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy;
The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,
And I've a many curious things to shew when you are there."
Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "to ask me is in vain,
For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again."


"I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;
Will you rest upon my little bed?" said the Spider to the Fly.
"There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and thin,
And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in!"
Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "for I've often heard it said,
They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed!"


Said the cunning Spider to the Fly, " Dear friend what can I do,
To prove the warm affection I 've always felt for you?
I have within my pantry, good store of all that's nice;
I'm sure you're very welcome -- will you please to take a slice?"
"Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "kind Sir, that cannot be,
I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see!"


"Sweet creature!" said the Spider, "you're witty and you're wise,
How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes!
I've a little looking-glass upon my parlour shelf,
If you'll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself."
"I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "for what you 're pleased to say,
And bidding you good morning now, I'll call another day."


The Spider turned him round about, and went into his den,
For well he knew the silly Fly would soon come back again:
So he wove a subtle web, in a little corner sly,
And set his table ready, to dine upon the Fly.
Then he came out to his door again, and merrily did sing,
"Come hither, hither, pretty Fly, with the pearl and silver wing;
Your robes are green and purple -- there's a crest upon your head;
Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead!"

Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little Fly,
Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by;
With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew,
Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue --
Thinking only of her crested head -- poor foolish thing! At last,
Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast.
He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den,
Within his little parlour -- but she ne'er came out again!


And now dear little children, who may this story read,
To idle, silly flattering words, I pray you ne'er give heed:
Unto an evil counsellor, close heart and ear and eye,
And take a lesson from this tale, of the Spider and the Fly.

The Spider and the Fly
Mary Howitt

AMEN  T/Sue

I've been watching these liberal bums since 1980 on allowing these Islamics into our country, allowing them building mosques, etc..

Even though Ronald Reagan was our President, the liberals were still in control pushing this upon our citizens..

But the blind sheep were and still are asleep..

Someone can come along and shout, CHANGE, CHANGE, and there's swamp of dead things start shouting the same thing without understanding or even asking, "WHAT CHANGE"...


Joseph

R.J., I love the "swamp of dead things ..." sentence. Very funny and terribly dismaying at the same time. Having eyes that see not and ears that hear not the truth.

I think you and I would both say,

KEEP THE CHANGE!

LOL!! That's nice little play on words, Texas Sue.