One of the things being passed around the net these days is a wonderful explanation of the World Trade Center assault, written by children's author and illustrator Rob Suggs - in the style of Dr. Seuss' "Grinch."

Mr. Suggs reportedly wrote this to explain the situation to children that he works with in the Atlanta area. It was sent to me by David Gibb, a Canadian Private Investigator I network with. He sent it to me with a note that it had brought tears to his eyes - I am glad to know I am not alone in that.

"The Binch"
By: Rob Suggs
Date: September 13, 2001

Every U down in Uville liked the U.S. a lot,
But the Binch, who lived far east of Uville, did not.
The Binch hated U.S.! The whole U.S. way!
Now don't ask me why, for nobody can say,
It could be his eyeballs were screwed in too tight,
Or the sun from the desert had beaten too bright
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.
But, whatever the reason, his heart or his turban,
He stood facing Uville, the part that was urban.
"They're doing their business," he snarled from his perch.
"They're raising their families! They're going to church!
They're leading the world, and their empire is thriving,
I MUST keep the S's and U's from surviving!"
Tomorrow, he knew, all the U's and the S's,
Would put on their pants and their shirts and their dresses,
They'd go to their offices, playgrounds, and schools,
And abide by their U and S values and rules,
And then they'd do something he liked least of all,
Every U down in Uville, the tall and the small,
Would stand all united, each U and each S,
And they'd sing Uville's anthem, "God Bless Us! God Bless!"
All around their Twin Towers of Uville, they'd stand,
and their voices would drown every sound in the land.
"I must stop that singing," Binch said with a smirk,
And he had an idea - an idea that might work!
The Binch stole some U airplanes in U morning hours,
And crashed them right into the Uville Twin Towers.
"They'll wake to disaster!" he snickered, so sour,
"And how can they sing when they can't find a tower?"
The Binch cocked his ear as they woke from their sleeping,
All set to enjoy their U-wailing and weeping,
Instead he heard something that started quite low,
And it built up quite slow, but it started to grow -
And the Binch heard the most unpredictable thing...
And he couldn't believe it - they started to sing!
He stared down at Uville, not trusting his eyes,
What he saw was a shocking, disgusting surprise!
Every U down in Uville, the tall and the small,
Was singing! Without any towers at all!
He HADN'T stopped Uville from singing! It sung!
For down in deep in the hearts of the old and the young,
Those Towers were standing, called Hope and called Pride,
And you can't smash the towers that we hold deep inside.
So we circle the sites where our heroes did fall,
With a hand in each hand of the tall and the small,
And we mourn for our losses while knowing we'll cope,
For we still have inside that U-Pride and U-Hope.
For America means a bit more than tall towers,
It means more than wealth or political powers,
It's more than our enemies ever could guess,
So may God Bless America! Bless Us! God Bless!

God Bless you Mr. Suggs, and thank you so much for sharing with us your wonderful answer to a troubling problem confronting the parents in America today. Your wit and wisdom may enable us to deliver to our children a ghastly truth, and heartfelt hope, in a way that won't unduly frighten them.