The State of the Onion

When you're four years old and the world is doing all sorts of strange things around you, nothing looks the same as it does to someone who is, say, the age of fifty. It's 2010, and the President of the United States, a black man, made a long, heart felt State of the Union address last night, and to a four year old, it was as meaningful as the state of the onion. Speaking of which, the onion and the union actually have much in common.

The onion is strong and well preserved when stored properly. It is layered so heavily that the middle of the onion never touches the outside, but they cannot live without each other. The onion's smell is barely noticeable until someone cuts into its core. Then the true odors come forth. Sometimes they are so overwhelming, they will make even a strong man cry. The onion is not isolated. It spreads its constitution throughout the world. The onion reaches the households of every class of people, from the poorest to the most wealthy. Onions may begin to decline on the outside, but as soon as a well meaning citizen cleans off the ruined edges and peels them away, good, useful onion is readily available. Onions really are amazing and so is our union and so are four year old's. That's the end of my State of the Onion Address.

The Lord looks down from heaven on mankind to see if there are any who are wise, who seek after God.
Psalm 14:2

Peace.
Love, Linda